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, Orlando, 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 it later."
With that, Dustin had one of his men hand over a drive to the staff.
Seeing him so composed, Orlando 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 eyes landing 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."


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