"I hope I’m wrong too."
Jhovany Sullivan was concise: "You look first, then talk after you’ve seen that post."
Justin Wafford pursed his lips tightly, his heartbeat quickening, and he started to nervously skim through the so-called leaked news post on No. 1 Middle School’s forum.
The person who leaked the news used an anonymous ID and, in a third-person voice, recounted a kidnapping that happened ten years ago, backing it up with reasoned argunts and news reports from that ti.
In her revelations, the girl who was kidnapped had long since shed the shadow of that trauma and started a new life.
She also provided several key points.
One was that the girl had excellent high school exam scores, the best in No. 1 Middle School’s history.
The second was that the girl had a reclusive personality, cold and aloof to everyone and extrely averse to intimate contact, especially with the opposite sex.
As for the third piece of information, she was even more clear: the girl was a current examinee, and the school she was accepted to is in Beijing.
Justin Wafford read through the leaked news post on the forum at lightning speed, his face suddenly changing, his fingers tightening on the mouse.
Face color pale.
The information provided by the other party was very very clear, just shy of directly stating her na.
Who could have better scores than the national top scorer? And with a colder personality, who got accepted to a school in Beijing this year... apart from Nathalie Quinlan, he couldn’t find a second person in his mind who matched all this information.
The other party’s words were convincing, and accompanied by news reports from the ti, making it hard not to believe.
Justin Wafford scrolled down anxiously. All the seniors had finished their college entrance exams and graduated; during the sumr vacation before university, very few paid attention to the school’s forum.
Only so freshn and sophomores were replying to the post.
There were also junior high students, like Jhovany Sullivan’s cousin, kids who just started junior high, excited and curious about everything, who liked to follow the school’s forum.
He saw people ntioning Nathalie Quinlan’s na below, while many others, like blockheads, were asking who the leaked news was talking about.
"Have you finished reading it? Do you think I’m overthinking it?" Jhovany Sullivan truly lacked confidence at the bottom of her heart; she couldn’t believe Nathalie Quinlan had gone through such a thing, but the leaked news clearly pointed to Nathalie Quinlan, leaving her deeply conflicted—on one hand, she felt she probably guessed right, but on the other, she hoped she was wrong.
"... It’s probably talking about Nathalie." Justin Wafford finished reading the post and felt the sa way as her.
It was just that as a boy, he was calr in handling things than a girl; his family was well-off, and his parents paid attention to cultivating his ability to deal with issues beyond studying.
After a brief mont of confusion, Justin Wafford made a quick decision: "Don’t panic yet, I’ll call our class advisor, ask her to get the school to take down the post from the forum first, then I’ll ask Nathalie afterward."
Jhovany Sullivan steadied herself a bit and imdiately said: "What can I do?"
Justin Wafford pondered for a mont, thought it through, and said: "How about you ask Nathalie? I’m a boy, and it might not be good for to ask her."
"Alright." Jhovany Sullivan agreed quickly.
"Wait a second." Before she could hang up, Justin Wafford felt his approach might not be quite right, thought for another mont, and then said: "No, you call Freddy Cagwin first. He has a good relationship with Nathalie, and Aunt Cagwin has watched Nathalie grow up since she was a child; if this really happened, he would definitely know. Ask him first."
Justin Wafford briefly explained to Jhovany Sullivan what she should do, hung up her phone call, and imdiately made a phone call to Nancy Sullivan. He shared with Nancy Sullivan about the forum post, asking her to find the forum’s admin access to remove that post...
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