Chapter 134 The Rumor Scandal (Part 2)
"Even if I asked in the comments, no one would admit it."
She flipped her phone so the screen faced Jasmine.
Jasmine's eyes scanned the text. Rage surged through her, and her hands began to tremble.
"They're making this up. It's all lies!"
Bianca, the real target, remained calm.
"It's anonymous. We can't trace who's behind it. The comments are all over the place." Her tone was steady.
Helplessness tightened in Jasmine's chest.
"So we just let them say whatever they want?"
"Of course not." Bianca's eyes narrowed. "I'm waiting for the right moment—something that'll make them think twice."
She hadn't expected that moment to come so soon.
They left the restroom, straightened their clothes, and headed for the cafeteria.
The cafeteria buzzed with noise. Eyes followed them from every direction.
Jasmine's grip tightened on her tray.
She'd been bullied before. She knew what hostile stares felt like. Under those gazes, her skin crawled, like insects crawling beneath her skin.
Instinctively, she lowered her head and stayed close behind Bianca.
"Bianca, they're all staring at us," she whispered.
She admired how Bianca seemed completely unfazed.
"Yeah. Don't worry about it. If anyone starts something, hit back." Bianca's voice was calm and firm.
They found a corner table and set down their trays.
Jasmine had just lifted her fork when a stream of dark liquid poured down from above, splashing across their plates and the table.
Jasmine shot to her feet. The chair legs scraped against the marble floor with a harsh screech. Her scream came almost at the same time.
Bianca set down her utensils. Her expression turned cold as she looked up at the culprit.
A red-haired girl stood there, no trace of guilt in her face. She held an empty Coke cup.
"Oops, sorry. The floor's slippery. I lost my balance."
Her tone was apologetic, but her eyes mocked them.
"You tripped on a flat floor? You should get that checked out." Bianca's gaze was ice-cold.
"What's that supposed to mean!"
The redhead slammed the empty cup onto the floor. She pointed at Bianca, fury blazing in her eyes.
"Just a suggestion. Why are you upset?" Bianca tilted her head slightly, a flicker of mock confusion in her eyes.
"You nasty bitch, you're the one who needs a doctor!" The redhead looked Bianca up and down. "Who knows how many old men you had to sleep with to afford those designer clothes. Makes me sick just looking at you."
"You're lying!"
A sharp crack rang out at the same moment Jasmine shouted.
The redhead clutched her cheek in disbelief. "You hit me?"
Bianca had moved too fast for her to react. The slap landed hard.
"Consider that a wake-up call." Bianca's tone was cold as winter wind.
"You disgusting slut, you actually hit me? You got a death wish!"
The redhead lunged at Bianca. Two of her friends reached out to grab her.
Bianca stepped back. She snatched up a chair and swung it at the redhead without hesitation.
She moved fast and with force. The redhead stumbled backward.
"Are you trying to kill me!"
The redhead pressed a hand to her chest. Her heart pounded.
"Just self-defense." Bianca set the chair back down. She leaned back slightly, her voice carrying quiet authority. "Your mouth's too full of filth. I'd be happy to wash it out."
"You did those things, and now you won't let anyone talk about it? You're selling yourself and still acting all high and mighty?" The redhead kept her distance, though her voice was defiant.
Bianca smiled faintly. Her gaze dropped to the girl's earrings. "Nice earrings. Who gave you those?"
The redhead's hand flew to her earlobe. She glared at Bianca. "None of your business! Say one more word and I'll rip your mouth apart!"
Bianca's voice took on a knowing edge. "Funny, because I saw you get into some old guy's car. And you two were..."
The fire in the redhead's eyes burned brighter, but Bianca's presence held her back. She was reduced to trading insults.
"You... you have proof?"
"Do you?"
Bianca's smile vanished. She stared directly into the girl's eyes.
The redhead's expression flickered with guilt, but she recovered quickly. "I'm not like you. Someone took pictures of you getting into an old man's car."
"Ever heard of a driver?" Bianca rolled her eyes. "Those photos don't show me doing anything intimate with anyone. Only an idiot would buy that post."
The onlookers and the redhead all lowered their heads in silence.
"But someone saw it. That's a fact you can't deny." The redhead pressed on stubbornly.
Bianca touched her chin. "Then I guess I'll have to call the police."
"Call the police for what?" The redhead looked confused. "They don't deal with petty stuff like this."
"I'm reporting a sexual assault. I have zero memory of anything you people are talking about. Which means I was probably drugged. Anyone claiming they saw it happen could be an accomplice."
She held up her phone.
"No problem. I'll call them right now."
"Why would you call the police! It's got nothing to do with me! I never said I saw anything myself!" The redhead panicked, waving her hands frantically.
Bianca lowered her phone. She took a step forward.
"In that case, let's talk about defamation."
The redhead went silent.
Her jaw tightened as she glared at Bianca. She turned to leave. Suddenly, pain shot through her scalp.
Bianca's fingers tangled in the red hair and yanked backward.
"You spread lies and now you're just walking away?"
She pulled harder.
The sharp pain forced the redhead to bend forward. Her posture was humiliating.
"What do you want? Let go of me!"
Bianca laughed coldly. She tightened her grip. "Who sent you to start this?"