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    Owen said, “Don’t overthink it. We didn’t tell you because we figured you were busy with work. No need to add more stress.”


    Lily nodded, then noticed the new bracelet on Elsie’s wrist and asked, “How’s work beentely?”


    Elsie had been seeing Morgan on the side. He gave her spending money, though not as generously or as easily manipted as Paul. It was Morgan who first brought up that Yunice had be a top scorer on the SAT.


    Elsie wasn’t ready to reveal she had a new boyfriend, so she gave some vague updates about progress at work, then steered the conversation back to Yunice.


    “Everyone online says Yunice is the SAT valedictorian. Mom, Owen–should we invite her home to celebrate?”


    The thought of Yunice quietly bing the SAT valedictorian made her stomach turn. Worse, if Yunice kept leveling up like this, what if Lily and Owen started liking her better?


    But Owen’s face immediately soured. “That score came from cheating. What’s there to celebrate? It’s an embarrassment.”


    Elsie paused, then looked at Lily. “So you’re saying… Yunice’s score was fake?<b>” </b>


    Lily nodded.


    Elsie instantly rxed and sat down, no longer fuming with jealousy. “She cheated and still managed to score at the top?”


    Owen scoffed. “Wyatt definitely pulled some strings. And she’s greedy too–couldn’t even keep a low profile. Doesn’t she know the tallest tree catches the wind?”


    Elsie leaned back, finally at case, and fanned the mes. “There are <i>so </i>many people online wondering who Yunice is. What if reporterse knocking on our door?”


    “No,” Owen cut her off coldly. “If anyonees asking, none of you are <i>to </i>say a word about our connection to Yunice. Her cheating will be exposed sooner orter. If we defend her, we’ll go down with her.”


    Elsie quickly nodded and swore she wouldn’t say anything. Owen’s instruction was clear–act clueless and don’t get involved.


    Not long after, Yunice received her official eptance letter from Silverburgh Medical University.


    But at the same time, the cheating rumors roared back to life.


    Someone dug up her old student ID photo again, along with video footage of parents questioning her outside the testing center. Coupled with her admission news, the public outrage reignited.


    People flooded the university’sment sections, demanding ountability. Some even imed the school was sheltering a cheater.


    Keen–eyed users noticed something suspicious, despite the scale of the outrage, no one had ever managed <i>to </i>uncover the girl’s real identity.


    All they had was a single blurry student photo.


    The fact that her personal info hadn’t leaked–despite how hot the topic had gotten–only fueled conspiracy theories.


    People started whispering that the person behind the cheating scandal had powerful connections. Powerful enough to shut everything down.


    Within days, the cheating debate exploded online, and Yunice received a notice from the university asking her toe in for a meeting


    Yunice <i>was </i>ready.


    “I say <i>grab </i><i>a </i>few of the ringleaders,” she told the staff calmly. “I’ll confront them face–to–face.”


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    Sheunched a livestream.


    Face fully visible.


    “I’m the girl everyone’s been talking about,” Yunice said to the camera, eyes steady.


    “I’m not here to clear my name. I’m here to hold people ountable.”


    Thement section exploded. Screenshots flew across the inte. Her bold opening line went instantly viral.


    Tens of thousands flooded into the livestream, and the chat was a flood of hate, usations, and garbage.


    Yunice didn’t flinch.


    When the viewer count hit six figures, she finally spoke again. “Let’s be real–none of you have the guts to join this stream and say it to my face. If you have proof I cheated, show it. Now.”


    The chat flew so fast it was unreadable.


    “This girl’s got a death wish!”


    “She gonna beat up the inte through a camera?”


    “Two minutes in. Where’s the whistleblower? Who’s got the proof?”


    “C’mon, someone join. I’m just here for the drama.”


    <b>Time </b>ticked on. All eyes were on the countdown. And Yunice–stone–faced and calm–waited for her users to speak.


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