Chapter 63

A few days later, Isabelle's phone buzzed. Unknown number. Curious, she picked up. A mechanical-sounding voice came through, "Miss Smith, I know you want to take down Stella. I can help." Help? Just like that? Isabelle blinked, half-suspicious, half intrigued. Nobody offered help without a reason. "Who are you? Why help me?" The voice chuckled low, clearly expecting her skepticism. "Doesn't matter who I am. What matters is—I can give you forged proof. Enough to make everyone think Stella plagiarized that score." A setup like this? Too good to pass up. Isabelle responded almost instantly, her tone laced with venom, "Great. Just make sure she can't crawl out of this hole." Stella had always been a thorn in her side, ruining one thing after another. And she wasn't the only one who couldn't stand her. After hanging up, Isabelle couldn't help the smug little smile tugging at her lips. Her mood? Clearly lifted. Not long after, she received the forged materials from the mystery caller—flawles