Chapter 78
But even professors from any of those universities his parents worked at couldn’t support Clive’s spending.”
His jacket? Over a hundred grand.
His watch? A couple hundred grand.
Even his socks were luxury brands worth thousands.
That’s when I realized–Clive was definitely hiding something.
So, I secretly had someone look into him. And sure enough, I found something right away.
Turns out, every weekend, he went on trips. And the one funding those trips? A filthy rich real estate mogul.
That rich lady was generous as hell–no wonder he was blowing through almost a million a month!!
But just reporting him didn’t feel satisfying enough.
So, I set a trap.
Clive enjoyed stealing my work, so I figured I’d make him dig his own grave–make him confess his dirty secrets with his own mouth.
I wrote my essay in Old English, deliberately leaving flaws for him to copy.
What he didn’t know was–it was actually an acrostic.
The words of each sentence, when put together, narrated his self–exposure.}
I made sure he confessed his filth in his own SAT essay.}]
I wanted Charlize and Geena to see for themselves–see what kind of disgusting person their so–called “ideal boyfriend” really was.
As the cops were about to take him away, Clive heard the whispers around him and immediately lost it.”
He pointed straight at me and shouted, “It wasn’t me! The real culprit is him!“}
Everyone then turned to look at me.”
Geena jumped in to defend him, “Clive comes from an academic family! His parents are professors at Harvard! How could he do something like that?!
“This is all Denzel! He has no morals, and he even plagiarized Clive’s essay! He’s just jealous, so he’s trying to drag Clive down with him!“}
By then, the test was over, and everyone was trickling out of the building.
Among them was Charlize.
Hearing the accusations against Clive, her expression changed.
“That’s nonsense! There’s no way! Someone’s clearly framing Clive! I swear on my reputation and career–he would never do such a thing!”
She shot me a vicious glare.R
“Denzel, it was you, wasn’t it? You’re just jealous that Clive took me and Geena away from you, so you set him up, didn’t you?}
“You were sneaking around all week before the SAT. I bet you were trying to steal Clive’s pre–written essay! And he didn’t even call you out for it! Now you dare to turn around and accuse him? You’re seriously disappointing!“}
I stared at Charlize and Geena, feeling like I was seeing them for the first time.”
This time around, their betrayal was even more shameless than in my last life.
I stepped forward and slapped both of them across the face.
Then I asked coldly, “You’re saying I plagiarized Clive’s essay? Where’s the proof? Accusing someone of plagiarism without evidence is a legal offense!“}
Geena immediately slapped me back.
“You totally stole his work! And now you’re even resorting to violence? Who do you think you are?!”
I let out a cold laugh.”
“You’re sure I did that? Then if I didn’t, would you kneel and apologize to me?”
Geena lifted her chin.
“I’m sure! The surveillance footage will prove it!“}
She urged Charlize to pull but the surveillance footage they had secretly installed in the testing room.
But the moment Charlize played the footage, she froze.
- Till You Fail
