Chapter 10%
In the end, Clive just couldn’t take it anymore and begged the cops to take him away. To help prove his innocence, Charlize and Geena went along as well.”
Watching Clive being taken away felt unbelievably satisfying.}]
In my last life, he made me go through hell. This time, I’m giving it all back to him.”
As soon as that bastard left, the crowd immediately surrounded me.}
Even the streamers who had been broadcasting turned their cameras toward me, ignoring everyone else.
“So you’re the mysterious top student who got a guaranteed spot at Harvard this year? Damn, you’re lowkey!“}
“A real genius–high IQ, high EQ. Even when framed, you cleared your name so cleanly. No wonder you’re a top student!”
“But wait, that proctor… is she really your sister? Why would a blood–related sister defend some other guy? If that were my sister, I’d disown her!“}
“That’s not even the worst part. His childhood friend was siding with that liar too. Man, what kinda luck is that? Surrounded by traitors!“&
Hearing that, memories of my last life’s online hate storm flooded back.
Back then, when Clive accused me of plagiarism, this was exactly what I faced every time I stepped outside.
But in that life, it was cyberbullying.
In this life, it’s praise.”
And yet, all I feel is cold emptiness.
People are always so damn shallow. They never bother to dig for the truth–just follow whatever’s trending.”
That blind, surface–level judgment ruined me last time.}]
This time, it’s the perfect weapon for my revenge.
Still, what they said made me think.
Childhood friends can’t compete with new flames. I get why Geena switched sides–Clive is handsome, rich, and powerful. Of course, she’d throw herself at him.
But Charlize? Why would she do this?
Could she really not be my biological sister?
The thought sent a chill down my spine.
I rushed home immediately. While Charlize was still out, I grabbed a hair from her bed–one with the root still attached–and headed straight to a DNA testing center.
This life… I might have just uncovered something huge.
Because of the whole Clive incident, the cops contacted me to take my statement.
The officer handling it was an older guy, patient and experienced–definitely a veteran.}
After finishing my statement, I mentioned something that had been bugging me.}
It was my biggest question, both in my last life and in this one.
Even though Clive got caught, I still had no idea how he copied my work.
I laid out everything I knew for the officer.
He pondered for a moment, then scanned my study room before his eyes landed on my glasses.
He asked if he could take a look.”
Without hesitation, I handed them over.”
Frowning, he studied them for a bit before his eyes lit up in realization.
“So this is the trick!”
I was still completely lost.
Seeing my confusion, the officer pulled out a compact toolkit from his pocket and took out a tiny screwdriver.”
With a few twists, he unscrewed the front of the glasses.
A thin bundle of wires–so fine they looked like strands of hair–slipped out.
Along with them, a miniature camera!!
It was ridiculously small, hidden inside the screw gap. Without close inspection, you’d never even notice it.
