At the police station.
By the time Charlotte arrived, Sheryl was sitting in the interrogation room, arrogantly bouncing her leg.
"You separated everyone and interrogated them individually. What exactly did you pull in here?" Her shrill voice echoed through the entire room, her words sharp and accusatory. "Did you torture them into confessing, or did you just bribe them?"
"Charlotte is the one pulling the strings behind all of this, isn't she?! I'm calling the press to expose all of you!"
"Go right ahead."
The moment the words left her mouth, the heavy door swung open, revealing a girl with a breathtakingly dangerous aura.
"Let's see exactly how you plan to expose us."
"..."
The sudden appearance of Charlotte instantly killed Sheryl's momentum. Her voice died in her throat, her eyes darting away in fear.
"Mrs. Blair."
A staff member quickly pulled out a chair for Charlotte and respectfully leaned in to report. "The cameras are rolling. The reporters and Polly's lawyer are waiting right outside the door."
"The other four suspects are in the next room."
"Let's begin."
Charlotte leaned back in her chair, elegantly crossing her long legs. She idly inspected her perfect fingernails, looking every bit like an untouchable deity descending upon mortals. The air around her was practically freezing.
Meeting her chilling gaze, Sheryl audibly gasped in terror. Her arrogant facade instantly crumbled by half.
What did Charlotte just say?
Reporters and a lawyer were outside?
How could she invite the press without any actual proof?
Wasn't she afraid of completely ruining her own reputation?!
A few moments later.
The other four girls were escorted into the interrogation room.
They walked in with hunched shoulders, their faces streaked with fresh tears, thoroughly traumatized by the ordeal.

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