Chapter 62: The Devil Has A Beautiful Face

It was clearly recorded. Every word traveled into everyone's ears, and they all listened in astonishment.

The crowd looked at one another, seeking confirmation, as it was too much of a shock and too difficult to believe.

My God! How can it be true?

Thoughts could be beautiful and innocent, but the reality wasn't always so.

This was the reality, the fact. However, cruel it was.

Those that were defending Evette and yelling to punish Nathalia were astounded. They felt anger, shame, and more so, humiliation.

They had all been fooled by a girl.

"No." Evette and Anne's faces turned pale. How could they have expected such a move from Nathalia?! Evette screamed and pounced on Nathalia, trying to snatch the phone from her.

Nathalia saw it coming. She stepped back and sideways, hid behind Matt, and watched.

What's the point of taking the phone now?

Evette screamed, punched, and kicked Matt. She looked barbaric, like a madwoman.