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Chapter 32
Peach's POV: I couldn't even concentrate on whatever the teacher was talking about; all I could think of was how I would start leading my dad's investigation to find the real culprit behind his murder. I'll keep up this act with my three mates, ensuring they fall hopelessly in love with me, and I'll teach each of them a lesson. "Miss O'Riley, can you tell me what I previously said?" the teacher interrupts my thoughts, and all eyes are fixed on me, the teacher clearly annoyed. "I... I..." I stutter, not having anything to say, causing the teacher to become even more frustrated. "Why aren't you concentrating?" she asks, annoyance evident in her tone. "You don't expect her to concentrate. She's probably thinking about the countless d***s she had to f**k last night," Emily remarks, causi
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