He was the one who had switched the makeup and framed her, and Ashton had been part of the plan as well.
They had done it deliberately, just to disgrace her, to turn her humiliation into a stepping stone for Brenda.
Hearing this, Lana clenched her fists, anger surging violently through her veins.
She wanted to stand up and confront them right then and there.
Mr. Crow saw the rebellious fire flare in her eyes, bright and furious.
Yet, for some reason, it died out almost instantly. Lana relaxed her grip, her expression turning cold and distant as she remained seated, unmoving.
Mr. Crow was furious. He wanted to shake her awake, to tell her to fight back.
He wanted nothing more than to slap Ashton across the face. But this was only a projection, a vision he could not interfere with.
Then he heard Lana murmur softly, almost to herself,
