Felicia was a rather rotund middle–aged woman. Upon seeing Simone, she immediately slapped Simone in the face and yanked a fistful of her hair off before she could even speak.
Simone squealed in pain, but being tiny herself, her strength was no match for Felicia’s.
“I hate homewreckers like you the most! Can’t you find yourself a decent man? I can’t believe you picked a useless old man instead. Now that I’ve got my hands on you, we shall see what I’ll do to you to teach you a lesson!”
When the police officers figured out that Felicia was schooling her husband’s mistress, they turned a blind eye to her actions. They only stepped in to stop her when she had slapped Simone so many times that Simone was about to pass out.
Dumping Simone onto the ground, Felicia smiled at me. “You must be Andrea. Your dad told me about you before. You’re an amazing young woman. I owe you a favor now. If you ever need anything, feel free to get in touch with me.
“Thanks, Ms. Thompson. How do you plan on dealing with Mr. Stone?”
Felicia rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Since he dared to fool around with other women, he should’ve known that I would make him pay for it! Who knows? Maybe I’ll make sure he can’t get it up ever again.
I had heard about Felicia having connections with the criminal underworld before. She was indeed not to be underestimated.
I
gave the police all the evidence I had prepared. I also noticed that Felicia had spoken to a rather high–ranking police officer and told him to keep an eye on Simone. From that, I knew that Simone would be having a hard time in prison.
Once Simone was locked up in prison, I deleted my livestreaming account. I still preferred a quiet, peaceful life.
We got a new chancellor, and I recognized him from his frequent television appearances. He was a prominent figure in the field of education.
The moment he took over, he cracked down on all forms of unfair dealings and injustices, improving the academic environment quite a bit.
