Chapter 120. Saving Cynthia

CELINE's P O V

‘‘This is what you get for trying to seduce my man!’’ As soon as we reached the empty classroom, I made a halt and peeked into the door that was slightly ajar, and I was greeted by the obnoxious yelling of a young woman.

I found Cynthia dormant on the ground where she had been lying while the girl continued to send her murderous gaze. The girl was dressed in a very short black skirt and a red crop top. The heels on her shoes were about five inches high, and her blonde curly hair cascaded all the way down to her waist, and had delicate make-up on her face.

‘‘What’s her name?’’ I turned to ask Jessie in a whisper, who was standing behind me, waiting for me to act to save Cynthia.

‘‘Melanie…’’ she answered right away. ‘‘Melanie Calhoun…’’

I immediately texted her name to Uncle Karl, asking for information about her.

Around Melanie were three other young women who appeared to be wearing an identical ensemble of opulent clothing; yet, their hai