Chapter 637

The other girl scoffed and replied, “She should be terrified! Even my own mom has never hit me, so what made her think she could? I’m not going to let this go until she gets expelled.”

Having said that, she rubbed her bruised head and looked at the drinks store with a hateful stare.

Back in the store, Arielle ordered a grape tea for herself and turned to ask Blake what he wanted.

However, Blake’s face had contorted in worry.

He loved these kinds of drinks, but he wasn’t in the mood for them anymore. “Ms. Moore, are you sure you still want to treat me to a drink? I have already caused so much trouble for you. I think I should call Mr. Vinson and tell him.”

Arielle raised an eyebrow. “I already sent him a message. Don’t worry. This is just a small issue to him.”

She believed in Vinson wholeheartedly.

However, she also realized how much she had changed. Before, she would try to settle everything on her own, but now her first instinct was to message Vinson.

Vinson had really become her rock.

Perhaps that is just how friends are.

“You haven’t answered me yet. What do you want to drink?”

Blake shook her head. “I don’t feel like I should order anything anymore.”

Arielle laughed. “Are you that afraid of Vinson? He seems pretty chill to me.”

“That’s because you’ve never seen him when he’s angry!”

Arielle shrugged. “I think I have, actually. The first time I met him, he made me so angry that I nearly blew a fuse.”

Blake was immediately curious, and he asked, “What happened? When did you first meet him?”

“We first met when—” Arielle suddenly thought about how Vinson was having a high fever when they first met and she had to take off her own clothes and hug him to keep him warm.

At the time, she didn’t think too much of it. To her, any doctor would have done the same thing under those circumstances.

Now that she thought about it, her heart actually started racing.

“Ahem!” Arielle pretended to clear her throat and said, “It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it. Do you want a drink or not?”

Blake froze at the sound of Arielle’s raised voice and said, “A caramel latte.”

Sensing that she shouldn’t have raised her voice, Arielle took out her credit card while avoiding Blake’s stare.

“One caramel latte and one grape tea.”

“All right!”

The two of them walked out with their drinks in hand.

The police arrived right as Arielle and Blake reached the school gates.

“That’s them right there!” the tall girl said as she jabbed a finger in their direction. “That girl told the kid beside her to beat us up. We have bruises now, and I think they even gave me a concussion.”

“A concussion?” Wendy said. “If I remember correctly, a concussion is counted as a minor injury. Based on the law, that’s anywhere around three to fifteen days of jail, right?”

The other girl immediately pressed a hand to her forehead and said feebly, “Actually, I think I have a bit of a concussion as well.”

The policemen nodded and recorded their statements before going over to ask Arielle, “Were you the one who coerced someone into beating them?”

Before Arielle could speak, Blake immediately took on the blame. “I was the one who beat them up. It has nothing to do with Ms. Moore.”

“So you’re admitting to your crime?” the police asked.

Suddenly, a deep voice called out, “Hold on.”

The crowd immediately turned toward the source of the voice.