When They Beg I Rise (Lemira) novel Chapter 738

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“But the roommate didn’t do it on purpose. Isn’t it a bit too much to punish her right away?”

“Can’t you give her another chance?”

Lemira shot a cold look. “Give her a chance? Plenty of other girls have had their pictures taken and posted online, with rumors that they were being picked up in fancy cars and had relationships with wealthy men off-campus. This isn’t the first time something like this has happened.”

A pretty girl nearby walked over and scoffed, “Not the first time? Hardly. Any girl they don’t like gets smeared this way.”

The girl kneeling on the ground shrank back, not daring to say a word.

Lemira had expected as much. She looked at the kneeling girl and said, “Don’t try to guilt-trip me. You definitely owe me an apology—and you should apologize to every other girl you’ve hurt before.”

“Exactly. She thinks she can get away with this just because she’s the student newspaper president’s girlfriend. She’s always pulling this kind of stunt.”

“She doesn’t just spread ugly rumors, either. She’s falsely accused people of stealing and even bullied a girl in their dorm until she dropped out.”

Oanice pulled out her phone, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Maybe we should take her photo and post it on the campus forum. I’m sure plenty of people would come forward about all the things she and her friends have done. People aren’t blind, you know, so stop trying to play the victim.”

The other students kept murmuring. The kneeling girl jumped up and ran off, terrified of being caught on camera.

Oanice lowered her phone. “Hah! When they were taking pictures of others, it was all about freedom of the press. Now that it’s their turn, they run faster than rabbits!”

Lemira gave a small smile. “Let’s go. No point in hanging around here any longer.”

Their walk had lost its appeal.

Soon, Oanice was livestreaming the campus forum discussion on her phone—by now, the rumor-mongering was a hot topic.

Quite a few people were stepping up to share their experiences as targets of those three girls’ lies.

That’s how it goes: once someone’s down, everyone piles on.

But Stella glanced at Lemira. “You’ve seemed distracted ever since you checked your phone. What’s wrong?”

Typical—the elusive PZ Group CEO always has an excuse.

Evelina went on, showing off: “You probably haven’t heard, but a lot of families are trying to get in with Asher since the PZ Group CEO is making his first public appearance at my wedding. There’ll be plenty of wealthy guests.”

Evelina finally felt triumphant. “Even Mrs. Waverly and Mrs. Amelia are coming.”

Those society ladies used to look down on her—now they were coming to her wedding.

Lemira raised an eyebrow. “That’s just because you’re in charge of the AI project now. They’re coming for business, not for you.”

“That’s right. Asher said the position was supposed to be yours, but since you didn’t want it, I had to step in.”

There was a gleam of satisfaction in Evelina’s eyes—she’d finally gotten one over on Lemira.

And at tomorrow’s wedding reception, she was determined to put Lemira in her place, repaying the humiliation from the Waverly party a hundredfold.

She was going to ruin Lemira—once and for all.