Hannah shook her head.


    “I’m staying.


    I’ve got an appointment this afternoon and some matters to attend to.


    ”


    “Alright.


    ” Saul relented, nodding.


    “We’ll head back now.


    I’ll keep you informed if anything happens.


    ”


    “Okay.


    ”


    With that, everyone followed Saul, except for Ste, who remained rooted in ce.


    Hannah nced at her, prompting, “Is there something on your mind?”


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    Ste paused, her expression troubled.


    It appeared as though she had something to say, but she struggled to find the words.


    “ihat’s the matter?” Hannah asked gently.


    “Actually, I don’t hold any hatred towards you.


    ”


    Hannah’s smile widened.


    “You trusted me when it mattered, and I knew you harbored no ill will.


    That’s just who you are.


    There’s no need to exin,” she reassured warmly.


    Hannah gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder.


    “Saul has great faith in you, and so do I.


    I know you won’t let him down.


    ”


    Hannah gestured toward the group nearby.


    “You should join them.


    They’re waiting for you.


    ”


    Ste’s smile reached her eyes for the first time as she nodded in agreement.


    “Alright.


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    After seeing them off, Hannah walked alone down Harvile Road.


    As soon as she arrived, a ck Bentley stopped directly in front of her.


    The passenger-side window slid down, revealing Bryson’s impassive profile.


    He turned to Hannah, shing a bright smile.


    “Please, Miss Moore, step inside.


    ”


    Hannah hesitated upon witnessing hisposed demeanor.


    She remained outside the car, resisting his request.


    “Actually, I’ve just remembered an urgent matter that requires my attention.


    Please proceed without me.


    ”


    Bryson’s eyes narrowed slightly, a sly smile ying on his lips as he quipped, “Should I step out and tether you to the car?”


    Bryson was perhaps the only one bold enough to utter such words openly.


    She held no doubt that Bryson was fully capable of carrying out his joke.


    With resolve, she slid into the car, swiftly buckling her seatbelt before dering, “Let’s proceed.


    ”


    Shortly afterward, a message from Scarlett popped up on her phone.


    “Miss Moore, check out the post on our school forum! There’s been an incident!” Below the message were several screenshots from the forum and a brief video clip.