Hearing the voice, Gwenda thought she was hallucinating. Looking up slowly, she was shocked to see the face of someone missing for two months. It was Olivier! He appeared before her, his burn wound healed, seemingly more charming than before. His demeanor was composed and reserved; he was dressed in a well-tailored suit that accentuated his handsome features. His dark eyes were fixed on her, a slight smile playing on his lips.

For a moment, Gwenda was speechless. Then, the university director's voice cut through the air: "Mr. Petit, Mr. Petit"

Gwenda abruptly broke free from his embrace, stepping aside. Olivier gazed intently at her before withdrawing his hand, stuffing it into his pocket. He then turned to the arriving director, Mr. Smith, offering a thin smile. "Mr. Smith, I didn't expect your students to be so lively. Quite an eye-opener, I must say."

The dean hadn't anticipated this scene either. Anxiously wiping sweat from his brow, he gave Olivier a nervous smile before turning to glare at a group of boys. "What on earth do you think you're doing? Bullying a lone female student?"

The boys protested indignantly. "Sir, we didn't bully her! She bullied Gretchen first. We only intervened."

"Yes, everyone saw it!" a chorus of voices confirmed.

Mr. Smith turned to Gwenda, his expression darkening. "What exactly happened?"

Gwenda glanced at Gretchen. "Sir, they claim I was bullying a student. But is there evidence? Did I touch her? Is Gretchen hurt?"

Mr. Smith looked at Gretchen. Seeing she was unharmed, he was about to reprimand the boys when Justina stepped forward. "Sir, she insulted Gretchen, saying terrible things that made her cry."

Gwenda's eyes flashed. "She enjoys crying—how is that my fault? Gretchen Evans stole my fiancé and became his mistress! She started this, and I don't understand why she's crying!"

An uproar erupted. Gretchen's expression changed, and all eyes turned to her.

"Did she say Gretchen stole her fiancé?" "No way"

Under the intense scrutiny, Gretchen's cheeks burned. Her hands clenched into fists as she glared at Gwenda with hatred.

Gwenda met her gaze unflinchingly. "Deny it if you dare!"

Trembling under the crowd's gaze, Gretchen couldn't respond. Humiliated, she fled, her escape an admission of guilt. Those who had supported her fell silent, some even slipping away.

Mr. Smith, understanding the situation, waved off the crowd to avoid further embarrassment for his VIP guest. "Alright, it's a misunderstanding. Break it up."

He then dismissed Gwenda. "You too."

Gwenda was about to leave when Olivier stopped her. "Wait."