Chapter 4

I contacted Sienna, the girl behind CampusWatch. She was already waiting for me at the campus gates.

For safety, we had been on a call the whole time, but she didn't breathe a sigh of relief until I got into her car.

Sienna looked quiet and delicate, but she had a fiery personality.

"Let me tell you, Chloe, if I wasn't afraid of blowing your cover, I would have beaten that trashy couple up myself," Sienna said.

"What is wrong with those disgusting people? To use such a cheap, illegal trick. I despise gold-digging guys who try to climb the social ladder through women, and fake besties who stab you in the back. They can play nice all they want, but trash is trash. Greedy bastards. I hope they rot."

Her words were harsh, but she wasn't wrong.

I couldn't help but chuckle. Sienna realized how worked up she was and stopped.

"Sorry, I got carried away."

"It's fine. It felt good hearing you call them out."

She gave an awkward smile, then turned to me. "So, what’s the plan now?"

I leaned back against the seat, feeling a bit exhausted. "Let’s find a motel for tonight. Tomorrow, we’ll bring the dean and campus security to the lounge and make a massive scene. Let’s destroy their reputations first."

Sienna slammed her hand on the steering wheel. "Deal! I'll call some friends to back us up tomorrow."

She dropped me off at a local motel and promised to pick me up in the morning.

I took a shower, lay down on the bed, and opened the live feed from the hidden camera on my phone.

Inside the VIP booth, bottles were scattered everywhere.

Marcus was gone—presumably searching for me in a panic.

But the drug had kicked in, and the alcohol had amplified it. The crowd in the booth had lost all sense of reality.

Soon, Marcus burst back into the room, panting heavily. "She’s gone! Stop drinking, everyone, and help me find her!"

But who in that room was sober enough to listen?

Before Marcus could finish his sentence, a flushed figure stumbled forward and wrapped her arms around him from behind.

It was Vivian. Her face was bright red, her eyes glassy from the drug.

"Marcus... forget about her..." her voice was slurred as she clung to him.

Hunter and the other guys, their eyes vacant and unfocused, didn't stop them. Instead, they laughed and cheered. The scene quickly degenerated into utter chaos.