Trista's pov

"Brenda!" As I was about to run after her, Donald grabbed my hand.

"Leave her alone."

"But..."

"It's good for her to stop daydreaming." Donald hugged me tightly and said, "It's getting late. Let us go home."

"Okay." I don't want to go upstairs either. If I run into Brenda again, I don't know how embarrassing it will be. "Let us go."

Emos pov

"Look, look, what does it look like?" the father slapped the newspaper on the table.

mother picked it up and looked at it. "The Nash group is not going to win. She plagiarized the Lion group's idea. After the designer was exposed by the...