Facade

Camille’s heart went tense for a moment. She gated at Johnson, wondering if he had an account on the Divine Forum 

The truth was that Camille also had her own account on the Divine Forum. She’d log into the forum every now and then to read the academic theses uploaded by other doctors. Also, she’d poke around to see if Dr. Shadow was online or had posted anew thesis. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

It had been half a year since Dr. Shadow was last online on the forum 

“Yeah I’ve been quite busy lately.” Camille glossed over the answer. 

A hint of suspicion crossed Johnson’s eyes at that moment. 

“Have you gotten your hands on a gurdyroot?” he probed. 

“Gurdyror?” Camille hesitated for a moment before nodding with a smile. “Yup. I got it.” 

Johnson clearly noticed the fleeting confusion. Grimness began to set in on his expression. 

Earlier this evening, Dr. Shadow had suddenly logged into the Divine Forum and messaged Johnson to ask if he had a century–old gurdyroot. After he said no, she never responded 

to him 

“What’s wrong? 

“Camille was starting to feel uneasy upon detecting the slight change in Johnson’s expression. 

Could it be that Johnson knew Dr. Shadow privately? 

“It was nothing It’s great that you got yourself a gurdyroot” Johnson forced out a stiff smile. 

“Ah. Thanks. It’s too chilly out here, so I’m going back to the manor first” 

Camille’s eyes became shifty. She came up with an excuse before hurrying out of the garden. 

Johnson remained rooted to the same spot as he stared at Camille’s receding figure. A solemn expression could be seen on his face. 

Was Camille really Dr. Shadow? 

The next morning, Hera stepped into the classroom just as the first bell rang. She had only sat down brieflywhen a grim–faced Kerry led a few police officers into the classroom. 

Hushed whispers began to spread across the classroom. 

“Who’s Hera Youngworth? Please step out of the classroom and go to the police station with us,” the leader of the troop stated seriously. 

All of the students turned around to look at Hera, who sat in the last row. She stood up calmly and exited the classroom with the policeoffients. 

“What’s going on?” she asked impassively 

“You’re pinned with assault and battery charges. Please return to the police station with us for further questioning.” 

Hera’s brows were instantly scrunched into a frown. 

After the leader showed his warrant for detainment, the police officer behind him whipped out a pair of handcuffs unmediately. He cuited Hera’s wrists together before taking her 

At the same time, a well–dressed Queenie sat on the couch in the deputy chief’s office at the police station. Brandon Hobbs, said deputy chiet, served her a cup of coffee while sucking up to her. 

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Gaskell I’ll be the one personally dealing with this case for you. Judging from Mr. Gaskell’s injuries, it won’t be a problem for the court to sentence her to Imprisonment that lasts between three to ten years.” 

Queenie frowned at her newly done manicure. “Aren’t there harsher punishments? I’d prefer it if she gets locked up for the rest of her life! 

“That’ll be more difficult to pull off.” Brandon looked troubled. “But ten years is more than enough to teach her a lesson.” 

“Fine” Queenie relented reluctantly. 

After that, she pulled out a check and slid it across the desk. “Ill leave this matter in your capable hands, Deputy Chief Hobbs,” 

Since Hera was ballsy enough to harm Zyles, Queenie wanted to subject her to a fate worse than death. 

Brandon glanced at the check, a greedy smile soon spreading across his face. But he wasn’t in a hurry to accept it 

“You’re being way too courteous, Mrs. Gaskell. Tossing her behind bars for ten years is a walk in the park for me. But before that, are you sure she and the Everetts aren’t influential at all?” 

The police chief was about to retire soon 

soon, meaning Brandon would be promoted to the chief’s position in no time. He needed to be very cautious at a critical juncture like this. 

Queenie jest chuckled in response. “Don’t worry. The Everetts have already gone bankrupt In fact, they’ve racked up a humongous debt, so they can barely take care of themselves now, let alone Hera. 

“Gideon, on the other hand, is quite capable and has amassed: situation in their favor. 

some connections on his own. But those 

own. But those connections of his are just nobodies. They can’t do anything to reverse the 

“As for Her..she’s just a country bumpkin from the countryside. Without the Everetts‘ 

support, she’s no different than a homeless person on the streets.”