Robert was frightened by Janet’s aura. I’ve never experienced this kind of pressure around Young Master Mason before. To think my first experience of such a powerful aura would come from her. Cold sweat broke out on his palms. He wanted to step forward and say something. “Ja—”
“Try and throw this in my face again if you dare. I’ll let you have a taste of what regret means.” Janet’s voice was icy. She crumpled the test papers and threw them into the trash can.
Interrupted before he could even speak, he looked embarrassed. Then, he swallowed with some difficulty and did not dare to say another word.
It was clear that Madelaine had been frightened by Janet’s words too. She hurriedly hid behind Hazel and stubbornly said, “I’m speaking the truth!”
Hazel squeezed her hands and pretended to be calm. “Miss Yates is speaking the truth. If you didn’t plagiarize, then are you saying that you are Rose?”
Janet did not reply to that. However, the air around her body was frosty and terrifying.
Hazel hurriedly turned to Robert. “Mr. Goldstein, I believe the truth is as clear as day. Are you still going to cover for Miss Jackson? How will your actions impact Woodsbury University’s reputation if you publicly defend her today? Have you considered that?”
Janet raised her beautiful eyes. Her eyes were brimming with a rakish and self-confident aura, and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly. “What if I am Rose? Would this still count as plagiarism?”
“Rose?” When everybody heard that name, they thought they were experiencing auditory hallucinations.
The corner of Hazel’s mouth curled into a sneer. She had a scornful look in her eyes as she mockingly said, “What? Did you say that you are Rose? If so, I’d be the chairperson of Yobril’s Writers Association!”
When Madelaine heard Janet’s reply, she also began to double over in mocking laughter. “Hahahaha! You sure dare to claim just about anybody’s name, don’t you?! What nerve you have!”
Robert looked very embarrassed listening to the conversation between them. Janet is indeed overdoing it a little. If she were Rose herself, then she doesn’t need to study medicine anymore. She is more than qualified to be a lecturer at Woodsbury University’s department of literature!
Before Hazel could say anything again, Janet smiled lazily. “If you don’t believe me, you can contact Eric Lawson of the Writers Association to confirm it.”
The Tenth National Writers Association Meeting was being held in Sandfort City recently—it was something Eric had constantly been trying to invite her to attend. Since she did not allow Lee to reveal the fact that she was studying at Woodsbury University, both the Writers Association and Eric were fervently searching for her over the past few days in hopes that she would attend the Writers Association Meeting.
As for who Eric Lawson was… He was none other than the director of the Online Literature Committee of the Writers Association, also revered as ‘Secretary Lawson’. Everybody in the department of literature knew of him. Just from that, one could see how convincing his testimony would be!
Hence, Madelaine touched her chin and smilingly said, “Janet, have you gone crazy after fantasizing a little too much about being Rose? Even the lecturers at Woodsbury University’s department of literature are not qualified to participate in the Writers Association’s events. Nevertheless, you are very well-informed. You even know the work schedule of the political bodies.”
Janet coldly glanced at Madelaine and blatantly ignored what she just said. She glanced at the man sitting in the main seat instead. “Mr. Goldstein, if you don’t believe me, you can call Eric to verify my words.”
“Uh—” Robert looked troubled when he heard her words. The National Writers Association and Secretary Lawson are important figures. It’s hard for me to even get a meeting with them, much less have their contact information. Where am I supposed to get their contact information? Isn’t this simply making things difficult for me? He felt a headache coming over him.
Hazel pursed her lips before standing up and walking to the front. “Mr. Goldstein, I agree with Miss Jackson’s suggestion. It’s best if we contact the Writers Association to ensure the truth of the matter.”
