Brian stepped straight onto the officials' platform. "Quiet."
His voice carried a heavy, commanding force. The entire gym fell silent in an instant.
"Grace, are you done making s**t up?"
Grace's face went pale. "Brian, I was trying to help you!"
Brian let out a cold laugh. "When you stole my jersey and extracted my blood, did you ever ask for my permission?"
He held up his phone. Screenshots of his private messages with Grace filled the screen.
Grace's lips started trembling. "Those aren't mine..."
Brian pulled up a video. "And I have this. Proof that you framed Cathy. Want me to put it up on the big screen right now?"
The entire gym erupted.
Grace rushed toward him, trying to grab his phone.
Brian stepped aside. She stumbled and hit the floor, her perfectly styled hair falling i
