Ch. The Dress Swap That Exposed Her Perfect Lie 60 The Dress Swap That Exposed Her Perfect Lie 60

Chapter 8 

Ryan suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer, only to be shocked to find nothing but disgust in my 

eyes. 

I had originally been too lazy to explain, but Ryan refused to give up. “Emily, as long as you stop seeing that 

man, I can-I can pretend nothing ever happened.” 

No anger, no tears. 

I simply stated calmly, “That night at the pool hall, you thought I was completely unconscious. But I was only physically paralyzed-my consciousness was clear the entire time… Ryan Mitchell, I won’t be returning to the school. From now on, if we meet again, let’s just pretend we don’t know each other.” 

With that, I got up and went to the counter to order a full-sugar iced coffee to go. 

I hailed a taxi and left. 

As I got in the car, I heard a splash behind me, followed by commotion on the riverbank. 

I didn’t ask the driver to turn back, letting the crowd in the rearview mirror grow smaller and smaller. 

At the San Francisco International Conference Center, I packed up my simultaneous interpretation equipment 

and pressed my throbbing temples. 

The three-day Economic Forum was finally over, and my first independent simultaneous interpretation assignment had been completed successfully. 

“You did great.” David handed me a cup of hot cocoa, his eyes sparkling with a smile. “The organizers praised your accurate translation.” 

I smiled slightly, but caught sight of a familiar figure out of the corner of my eye. 

Six months later, Jessica had become skeletal, staring at me with deadly intensity. 

“Emily Carter!” Her shrill voice drew stares from passersby, and David instinctively stepped in front of me. “It’s all your fault! Ryan only sent me to prison because of you!” 

She trembled, then suddenly laughed maniacally. “But it doesn’t matter. As long as I get your forgiveness 

letter, I can get a reduced sentence.” 

I turned away coldly, but she suddenly grabbed my bag strap and knelt on the ground, sobbing. “Do you know 

how terrifying prison is? They wouldn’t even give me water to drink. To survive, I had to drink my own urine.” 

I felt no sympathy for her whatsoever. 

Her expression instantly twisted, and she pulled out a stack of photos from her bag and threw them in my 

face. “What about these? If I send your intimate photos to your current colleagues, what do you think will 

happen?” 

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