Chapter 29 Should We Call the Cops?
Easton stared nkly at Jean for a second, then suddenly burst intoughter.
Jean pursed her lips..
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So he really is messed up. He’s beyond help. Does the Ginger family even have a single normal person lef? How did I be the only sane
One!
Hearing Jean’s inner monologue, Easton nearlyughed himself breathless.
When he finally calmed <b>down</b>, Easton sighed thoughtfully. “Jean, you really are adorable.”
So adorable that he had the sudden urge to <b>break </b>her.
<b>What </b><b>exactly </b>did <b>you </b>want by calling me here?” Jean asked <b>bluntly</b><b>, </b><b>already </b>feeling restless.
She was ready to take back everything she’d thought earlier<b>. </b>
I’d rather be stuck with Lacey and those lunatics backstage than hang around a psycho like Easton!
Easton’s lips curled up slightly. “What, leaving already? I just wanted to catch up with my little sister. After all, it’s been ages since Ist came home.”
“Well, Jean, pointed impatiently at the clock on the <b>wall</b>, “<b>are </b>we done catching up yet?”
You Easton shook his head with feigned helplessness. “Are you <b>really </b>in <b>that </b>much of a hurry to leave?”
Jean didn’t reply out <b>loud</b>, but thought to herself. Of course I am. Who wants to spend time with a weirdo like you!
“Fine.” Easton got up from the sofa, walked to the desk nearby, pulled something <b>from </b><b>a </b>drawer, and returned to Jean. <b>Take </b>this <b>with </b>you before you go.<b>” </b>
Jean frowned slightly.
She epted the item suspiciously and looked carefully-
It turned out to be a tube of ointment and a handkerchief.
“Make sure <b>you </b>apply that properly on your face. Easton lowered his eyes slightly, an ambiguous <b>smile </b>tugging at his lips. “You look pretty pathetic right now.”
Pathetic enough to annoy him.
Easton didn’t want those red scratches staying on Jean’s <b>face </b>any longer.
Jean stared nkly for a moment.
Did creepy, mil Easton suddenly grow a conscience? Wait, does he even have a conscience?
<b>Without </b>saying <b>anything </b>further, Easton cheerfully walked Jean to the door.
“See you around little sister<b>.” </b>
He leaned against the doorframe, eyes curving into <b>a </b>gentle sinile as he waved goodbye.
Jean nced at him once without speaking
Then she turned away and walked off
Easton was dangerously misleading–smiling warmly on the outside, yet twisted and dark inside
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She only knew his basic life trajectory and how he ended up.
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Now that she thought about it, given how messed up Easton <b>was</b><b>, </b>it <b>was </b>no wonder he’d end up ruined and disgraced…
Jean walked into the women’s restroom, where there <b>was </b>a convenient vanity area.
She carefully opened the ointment tube and began slowly applying it to her cheek.
A cool, refreshing sensation instantly spread across her skin.
Surprisingly, the ointment also seemed to hide the redness–Jean’s scratches quickly became less noticeable.
Huh, guess Easton has at least <b>some </b>decency.
When Jean returned backstage, everyone was gathered together, quietly chatting about something.
Seeing her enter, they briefly nced up, then quickly looked away <b>again</b>, deliberately treating Jean like she was invisible.
Jean nced at the clock on the wall.
The finals weren’t over yet.
It had only been intermission, which was why Easton had the chance to go to the VIP lounge.
There were still several groups yet to perform,
After all the performances ended, it would be time for the much–anticipated awards ceremony..
“My stuff is missing
Suddenly, Jean heard Lacey’s slightly anxious voice nearby.
“What did you lose? We’ll help you look.”
“It’s <b>a </b>handkerchief, a really expensive one…”
“When did it go missing? Do you remember?
<b>“I </b>had it when we got back from the stage… I’m not sure when I <b>lost </b>it…”
Jean sat alone on the <b>sofa </b>in the corner, intentionally blocking out their noisy chatter. However-
It seemed <b>that </b><b>group </b>had no intention of leaving her alone.
“Jean, get up!”
A girl rushed over, roughly grabbing Jean’s arm <b>and </b>forcibly pulling her up. “Let’s check if you have Lacey’s handkerchief
Hicfore Jean even had <b>the </b>chance to respond, Lacey herself darted <b>forward </b><b>and </b>snatched the handkerchief that was slightly sticking out of Jean’s pocket!
“This is mine! Lacey dered after examining it closely.
Jean stared in disbelief.
This was clearly the handkerchief Easton had <b>given </b>her mome
“You say it’s yours, so it’s yours Jean shrugged off the girl’s <b>hand</b>, stepping forward to face Lacey directly, her voice icy and
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Jean felt all her built–up anger burst out at once. Her fists clenched tightly, and her normally pale cheeks flushed slightly with
anger.
“What else would it be?” Lacey’s eyes narrowed as she red down at Jean, unfazed. Do you honestly <b>think </b>it could belong to you?”
“This isn’t some ordinary rag–it’s designer. Can you <b>even </b>afford it?”
Lacey’s voice grew louder and louder, echoing harshly through the entire backstage room.
“This is a top–tier brand! One handkerchief costs thousands!” Others immediately chimed in supportively. “If Jean sold her entire family, I doubt she’d have enough money to buy it.”
“So she decided to steal instead–such dirty intentions<b>!</b>”
“If you’re gonna steal, at least be smarter about <b>hiding </b>it. How stupid.
“If something isn’t yours, don’t covet it. Know your ce.
“Poor people always act like this, desiring things they can’t afford, resorting to pathetic methods…”
“Jean, you must be a habitual thief! There’s no way this is your first time stealing. What else have you stolen before?”
“Come clean already–what else <b>have </b>you taken?”
Everyone had already made up their minds that Jean stole Lacey’s handkerchief. They were all determined to pin the crime firmly on her.
The air filled with malicious usations and nderous words, all directed at <b>Jean</b>.
She pressed her <b>lips </b>together, refusing to surrender. Her eyes shed with stubborn determination as she spoke up clearly. “That handkerchief <b>is </b>mine<b>” </b>
Turning her gaze directly at Lacey, Jean continued calmly, “Lacey, now that you ve snatched my handkerchief, wouldn’t that count as robbery?”
Everyone stared at Jean, eyes wide with disbelief.
How shameless could Jean be?
She stole someone’s property, denied it, and then used <b>the </b>victim of robbery!
She was utterly <b>beyond </b>shameless!
“You think I’m robbing you?” Laceyughed bitterly, her voice shaking with anger. She took out <b>her </b>phone, waving it in Jean’s face aggressively. “Fine, should we call the cops?”
“You stole my things, then used me of robbery? Why don’t we let the police decide who’s telling the <b>truth</b><b>!</b><b>” </b>
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