Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115 

I continued, “I’m really curious about how you managed to find my locker among so many others so quickly. Plus, how did you find the key that I put on top of the locker so easily? 

“You said a lot of people have been in the changing room–how can you be so sure that the bracelet was stolen by me?” 

I paused for effect, watching as the last traces of color drained from Leah’s face before I continued. “Are you implying that just because we don’t get along, I’d risk getting caught stealing your cheap knockoff bracelet? 

“And if you’re claiming that this fake bracelet isn’t yours, why aren’t you looking for it instead of trying to flee?” [23 

The air grew heavy with tension. University was a small society, and everyone present understood the implications of the situation. 

I wasn’t in a hurry; I wanted to see how Leah would explain herself. 

No matter what excuse she came up with, she’d trip herself up. 

If she admitted the bracelet was hers, she’d be branded as someone who wears knockoffs and is vain. If she denied it, she wouldn’t be able to produce a real one. Plus, given her intelligence, I doubted she could come up with a reasonable defense. 

The crowd’s phones flashed, capturing the moment. This incident alone would keep Leah’s name on the campus forum for days. 

The professor was the first to react, turning to Leah and demanding, “What’s going on?” 

Leah’s face showed a flicker of panic before she quickly played the victim. “This fake isn’t mine! Evelyn must have hidden my bracelet beforehand!” 

It seemed that some people would really jump off the deep end, being foolish enough to say such things. 

I sighed and took out my phone, calling the police right in front of everyone. After all, a valuable bracelet was missing, and I was suspected. 

Leah completely panicked and tried to grab my phone. But she had no chance. As she lunged forward, the students in the crowd quickly blocked her path. 

One of them said, “You lost a bracelet, so let the police help you find it!” 

What seemed like a comforting remark sounded incredibly ironic. 

Finally, Leah seemed to have a rare moment of clarity. “If there’s a thief on campus, calling the police will definitely harm the university’s reputation. I don’t want to find the bracelet anymore.” 

Seeing that the professor remained unmoved, she turned to me, her voice desperate and helpless. “Evelyn, can’t you think about the university’s image? What will the police think of us now? I’ll just let go of any hope of finding the bracelet!” 

It was rare for Leah to be clever, trying to muddy the waters and apply pressure through the university. However, now that the police were involved, her nervousness only made her look like a clown. 

Before long, the police officers arrived on the scene. After understanding the situation, they reviewed the surveillance footage and prepared to take us in for questioning. 

I picked up the bracelet with a tissue and put it in a plastic bag, casually saying, “I can’t wait to see how this fake bracelet ended up in my bag.” 13