The phone was on speaker, and Willow Grant bit her lip hard, deeply regretting why she had taken on this job in the first place.
If she hadn’t volunteered back then, it would have been Sumr Monroe getting scolded and punished instead of her.
Damn it!
No wonder Sumr didn’t want this opportunity; she must have predicted this outco early on.
Sumr Monroe is nothing but a scheming bitch!
However, Willow didn’t dare say any of this in front of Teacher Sutton. She could only stand there silently, feeling the displeased gazes from all the teachers present.
Teacher Sutton observed Willow’s expression and said lightly, "It seems you’ve heard everything clearly. Go get so paper and a pen and complete your reflection before you leave."
Willow released her lip, which had turned pale from her biting, nodded at Teacher Sutton, and said, "Teacher, this is all my fault. I shouldn’t have used a translator to save ti. I’ll write my reflection now."
Teacher Sutton saw Willow’s pitiable expression and felt her anger slightly subside. She murmured, "Hmm," and said, "Contact Sumr Monroe and have her co help."
Hearing this, Willow’s back stiffened, and jealousy and resentnt surged from her feet to her head.
Willow couldn’t help but blurt out, "Teacher Sutton, Sumr has already refused you. She knows she’s not capable enough."
"Enough," Teacher Sutton cut her off. "I’m her teacher, I know her abilities better than you do. Finish your reflection quickly. I’ll contact Sumr Monroe."
As Teacher Sutton spoke, she no longer bothered with Willow, turning to make a call to Sumr.
However, there was no answer on the other end. Unable to reach her, Teacher Sutton had to work with other teachers to translate the lesson plans.
Jealousy and hatred flickered in Willow’s eyes. She gritted her teeth and left the eting room, quickly exiting the teacher’s building to call the translator.
The call connected quickly, and Willow imdiately demanded, "What’s going on? Why did you use the translator in the end? Didn’t I tell you it had to be translated word for word?!"
The translator, puzzled, asked, "Miss Grant, I did translate it word for word. How could I not follow your instructions?"
"Then why does the printed docunt have the translator’s logo and website on it?"
"How is that possible? Miss Grant, could you have made a mistake?"
With the translator’s question, Willow found herself in doubt.
Logically, the translator her mother personally hired couldn’t possibly be brushing her off like this.
What exactly happened?
"Wait, I’ll send you the docunt; you take a look yourself." Willow said, hanging up and sending the docunt over.
The translator called back quickly, imdiately saying, "Miss Grant, this docunt is not the one I gave you. This docunt... I have no idea where it ca from."
"What?!" Willow grabbed her phone incredulously and asked, "Are you sure?"
"I’m sure. I’ll resend my translation to you. Check your email and you’ll see what I’m saying is true."
Willow pulled up the email and carefully compared them, finding that the docunts were indeed not the sa.
Who the hell did this?!
Willow was so angry she almost ground her teeth to dust.
In the next mont, Willow identified one person: Sumr Monroe!
It had to be her!
She’s trying to sabotage , having soone hack into my email and swap the docunts.
Besides Sumr, there couldn’t be anyone else.
"Bitch! Bitch!!" Willow scread, her voice echoing in the air like a vengeful spirit, filled with resentnt and terror.
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