At my signal, my classmates pounced on Brenda like vultures.
“Your phone‘? Please! Everything you own was bought with Sinclair family money!”
“Do you even know what shame is? You broke her phone–you should be the one paying up!
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“We all saw it! You insulted the real Sinclair heiress, smashed her stuff, and now you’re playing innocent? Give it a rest!”
Brenda’s breaths turned shallow and ragged. Meanwhile, I casually dialed a number on her phone, smirking as I pressed it to my ear.
“It’s just borrowing,” I said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Relax. I’ll give it back soon.
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When the call connected, I stepped out of the mob, mimicking Brenda’s whiny, nasal tone.
“Dad,” I said sweetly.
A few minutes later, I handed the phone back to Brenda. Before she could even check it, I turned to the officers.
“This theft involves serious money. I trust you’ll handle the suspects properly—no phone calls, no outside help.”
The officers didn’t hesitate, confiscating both Brenda’s and Robert’s phones.
