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CHAPTER NINETEEN

In the Dean's office.

Desi displayed the two videos, and carefully explained the loopholes in the fake one to Dean Martin.

The two students who were called as witnesses started shivering with fear. That person had told them that they won't be found out, and had also rewarded them handsomely. Who would have thought that Desiree would get hold of the main video so soon.

They had made sure that they called the best hacker in town, to do this for them. Who found the video for her? Unless their own hacker betrayed them!

"We were confused Dean Martin, we are sorry. We were actually paid by someone to frame Desiree, we are very sorry." The trio pleaded.

"Who paid you?" The Dean asked.

"We don't know Sir, we only communicated over the phone. But we're sure it was a female." The pleaded once more.

"Miss Le grande, what do you think?" The Dean asked.

"I don't want them rusticated. I only want a public apology. And lastly, I want the phone they used in communicating with the instigator." Desi said.

"Very well then, handover the cell phone to her. And, publish an apology to clear her name."

The trio dropped to the floor in tears and thanked Desiree. They had wondered what would have became of them. They were all poor.

In Le grande's Enterprise

'pang! Daphne pushed her laptop to the floor. She had painstakingly plotted this. But it didn't even last for two days and she was already free!

'fling! Fling! Fling! She pushed away all the documents on her table.

"Desiree Le grande, I won't rest until I crush you!"

In Kingston's corporation.

Michael sat behind his desk waiting patiently for Humphrey to give his daily report. And finally he out waited his patience. He picked up his desk phone and punched a couple of digits. Soon the call connected.

"Secretary Rose, contact Humphrey now and tell him to get over here now."

"Yes Sir."

Not close to five minutes, Humphrey was seen at the CEO's office. Blabbing away his work report.

"Who is he?" Michael asked.

"Sir, strangely it's quite difficult to keep a tab on that person. It seems like he doesn't want to be known. And for him to be able to enclose information about himself. It means he's very good with computers. In fact, I think he's a Computer Whizz.

We only managed to find his nickname but not his real name. He is called T-Rex. He is also the only friend that model ever had in high school." Humphrey finished.

"Is that all?"

"Sir he recently bought shares in Le grande's Enterprise.....speaking of which sir, the Enterprise requested a collaboration with Kingston's Corporation and for this, they would be sending their Vice-president to meet with you sir."

"Alright, you may leave."

"Oh sir, I also think you should know that, the Vice-president is that model's cousin."

"Thank you Humphrey."

After Humphrey left he sank into his seat, lost in thoughts. His thoughts were interrupted by his personal phone. He already knew who it was. No one dared to interrupt his work hours, well.... apart from his mother.

"Hello mom."

"Oh my sweetheart, come home today to see mummy alright? Mummy has something very important to speak with you okay?

"Alright mom"