Waheed''s father, Dustin Farley, struck a condescending pose.


    "What about the other girl?" he demanded rudely. "I hear she was the ringleader! Have her parents shown up yet? I want to know how they raised such a child!"


    "Then let''s pull the security footage!" Qadir''s father, Ondo, said in a deep voice.


    "The footage?" Dustin, who had anticipated this, remained perfectly calm. "Fine. Let''s see it. Just don''t try to deny what''s on itter."


    With that, Dustin had one of his men hand over a drive to the staff.


    Seeing him soposed, Ondo frowned. This old bastard had definitely messed with it.


    The mediation room was in chaos, with the staff unable to get a word in edgewise. Just then, the door opened.


    "Dad, that''s her!" Waheed shouted arrogantly as soon as he saw Juniper enter. Juniper lifted her gaze, her clear, cold eyesnding on the people opposite her. "Sh-she was the one who hit me!" When his eyes met Juniper''s chilling stare, a primal fear resurfaced in Waheed. He instinctively retreated behind his father, his voice weakening.


    "You''re the one who beat up my son?" Hearing this, Dustin''s face darkened with anger as he advanced on Juniper.


    "Sir, please calm down." Salma immediately stepped in front of Juniper, her demeanor respectful but firm. "Nothing has been properly investigated yet. Please don''t frighten the children."


    "What''s not clear?" Dustin''s anger red. "Look at my son''s face! It''s covered in bruises, and he''s lost a tooth! If she didn''t do it, did he run into a wall himself?!"


    Waheed touched his face and guiltily looked away.


    "That''s right," Qadir stepped forward with a mischievous grin, looking just as defiant as his father. "He did it to himself. Juniper didn''ty a single finger on him!"


    "We can vouch for that, too," Queenie and Dolce added, speaking up for Juniper. "Waheed started the fight, and the bruises on his face are from when he fell on his own."


    "You''re all in this together, of course you''d cover for her," Dustin sneered, his voice grating. "Besides my son, several other students were also injured to varying degrees. If they were the ones who started it, howe they''re the only ones hurt while you all are perfectly fine? They must have been too scared to fight back, just standing there while you bullied them!"


    "Because they''re weak!" Qadir retorted, his anger growing. He had the same fearless attitude as his father. "He picked a fight with Juniper and couldn''t win. If I were him, I''d find a shoce and hang myself out of shame. Crying to his parents and calling the police? Has he been weaned yet?"


    "Who are you talking about?" Bolstered by his father''s presence, Waheed jumped up and demanded aggressively.


    "You." Juniper, who had been standing quietly with her eyes lowered, finally spoke, a cold, sharp edge to her voice as her lips curled into a slight smirk. "We''re talking about you, Waheed, you little baba''s boy."


    Her few words were both incredibly intimidating and deeply insulting.


    Waheed immediately deted. Not daring to face her, he turned to his father. "Dad, we have witnesses and evidence. Get them to arrest her now!"


    He had already looked into it. Juniper was eighteen, which meant she could face up to three years in prison for assault and battery. He and his friends were genuinely hurt, and with a slightly exaggerated medical report, it would be easy to get her locked up.


    Besides, his father had already hired a hacker to take care of all the security footage in the area. After being kicked out of the Sherwin family, Juniper was just some poor


    girl from the slums with a single low-life rtive. His injuries were irond proof. How could these peasants possibly stand up to his father''s legal team?


    Today, that bitch was going down!