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[So many years have passed, where is the real Julian Blackwood?]
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Bethany trembled like a leaf. Eleanor patted her hand, constantly reassuring her. Eleanor turned to Ms. Veronica. “We’re talking about who blew up the school lab right now. Why are you bringing up Julian? Those are old, irrelevant matters.”
But Ms. Veronica replied, “These things must be said. If not, how will we understand how you managed to make a fake Claire bomb the school lab? I remember Julian died first, and not long after, your husband died too, didn’t he? At the time, with the grief of losi ng a husband, compounded by a newborn child, I didn’t give much thought to the sheer coincidence of it all. I never dared to imagi ne how malicious my supposed best friend could be, to strip Julian’s entire skin and graft it onto her own husband’s body!”
The moment Ms. Veronica’s words fell, everyone present erupted in frenzy!
“There’s really such a thing as skin grafting!”
“Ms. Vance is terrifying! She’s so ruthless!”
“Could the wealthy lady just be making this up? It sounds too outlandish!”
The live stream audience had now swelled to hundreds of thousands, and the trend was skyrocketing.
