[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

Did Jessica do it?

She mechanically rummaged through her mind.

Simon Cornwell did treat her differently, but does that mean they have an unusual relationship?

In the past, Jessica was a spoiled and willful girl, but her mind was full of James. How could she be interested in a middle-aged man with a fat brain?

However, Ellie's categorical attitude and the evidence she repeatedly said made her feel suspicious again.

What is the truth?Jessica gradually became confused, and once again she wished that she could instantly incarnate as Sherlock, and deduce the cause and effect of the whole incident from clues.

and many more!

Jessica shuddered, as if her heart had been stabbed.She suddenly realized that she was not Sherlock, she would never know the truth, but—does it matter if she did it before?She's Jessica Harris now, and she has nothing to do with that at all.

The smell of poor-quality coffee beans lingered in Jessica's nostrils, and she returned to that humble house in Manchester.

"The masses don't need the truth, they just need a story," Will said, taking a sip of his steaming coffee. "They just believe their own feelings, even if they're wrong. At the same time, individuals follow the masses blindly, so convincing a person It’s not easy, but it’s easy to convince a group. What a group needs is—a manifesto, a statement.”

Now Jessica is in front of such a group.Her eyes swept over each of the faces one by one, surprised, curious, disdainful, gloating and so on.Most people pretended to be calm, suppressed their excitement, and hoped that she would make a big fuss.And a few caring eyes hide expectations and doubts at the same time, they are waiting, waiting for themselves to deny or admit.

Is there a person who seeks the so-called truth?

Jessica made up her mind and took a step, two steps.The crowd automatically made way for her.She stared at Eleanor's face that gradually stiffened as she approached, rehearsing in her mind the angle of the slap later.

Eleanor took a step back, still with a sneer on her face, "What do you want to say? You know what I have in my hand, right?"

Jessica stretched out her hand unmoved, and waved down fiercely——

The whole glass of drink was poured on Eleanor's face and clothes.

Jessica threw the empty glass smoothly—she didn’t want to challenge the difficulty of slapping—and said calmly: “Even if what you said is true, do you think you are upholding justice?”

"Besides," she was risking, but it might become worth it, "you told a dirty lie! I have nothing to do with Mr. Cornwell!"

She felt from the bottom of her heart that she was telling the truth, so she was extraordinarily confident.

There were buzzing voices all around, and Raymond, who looked like he was about to kill at any time, also relaxed.And Eleanor stood there, her hands trembling, she was too shocked to speak, and drops of sticky liquid flowed from her jaw and hair to her neck.

This shock, which was too huge to be fake, emanated from the inside out, made Jessica realize a problem.

Maybe—maybe—she was telling the truth.

This feeling gradually expanded as Eleanor's expression became more vicious, and Jessica's newly armed heart couldn't help but flinch. What if Eleanor is right and she has evidence?

But even if Eleanor had the proof—letters and photographs in her mouth—she couldn't have carried them with her.This is why Jessica decided to come forward and deny it in the first place.

But what happened next shocked her.

"Jessie," in an instant, Eleanor's expression and demeanor changed, from viciousness to her usual hypocrisy, "You really changed a lot, you know? For a moment I had to doubt Myself... so I have to check the letters and ask everyone to check for me, did I really make a mistake?"

She smiled gracefully and looked at Jessica like a lamb.Anne Jones, who had been standing by the side, handed over a brown tanned leather Cambridge bag and glanced at Jessica triumphantly.

It turned out that they had premeditated, otherwise it would be impossible to have such complete preparations.Jessica clenched her fists tightly, but the current situation no longer allowed her to hesitate or vacillate.

The room was as quiet as a funeral, with every pair of eyes fixed on Eleanor's hand without blinking.The two buckles were undone separately, and Eleanor pulled out a piece of paper——

Jessica took a step forward, about to loudly proclaim that it was a forgery—nine times out of ten it was a forgery—but as soon as she uttered a syllable, her attention was drawn to the line above.

"Holmes Chapel Consolidated High School Soccer Club May to October..." she read out unconsciously.

Raymond, who was closest to her, laughed loudly, and he snatched the Cambridge bag while Eleanor was off guard.He carefully flipped through the several sheets of paper inside before throwing it vigorously over the crowd.

"Hahaha, look at it," he shouted, "this is Eleanor's evidence! The football team's expenditure records!"

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd, more complaining about the hasty end of the show.The white piece of paper twirled in the air, floated leisurely in the air, and was caught by several hands.

Eleanor's face lost all color, she covered her mouth, her eyes were full of disbelief, even Anne Jones repeatedly flipped through the paper in her hand in astonishment.

"It's impossible..." She muttered a few words, trying to grab the piece of paper that Raymond didn't throw out, but he dodged impatiently.

"Come on, Carter," said Raymond coldly, "what don't you believe? Shall I read it to you?"

He put the record in front of his eyes, pretending to read it aloud.

Jessica shook her head, her emotions relaxed as the crowd dispersed.Based on Eleanor's extremely confident performance throughout the whole process, she dared to conclude that someone had tampered with the evidence, and the only person here who was capable of doing so was...

She searched in the room, but only saw a tall and thin figure disappearing around the corner of the stairs.

Eleanor and Anne Jones had left without a sound. Jessica was just about to go look for Sherlock when she saw Ollie coming over suddenly. He forced five or six crumpled papers into Raymond's eyes .

"Raymond, you gotta see this..."

"I have this too, in my hand." Raymond tried to wave Ollie's hand away, but he didn't.

"For God's sake, Raymond," Ollie whispered, his voice hoarse with tension, "look at the hell out of here!"

Raymond pouted dissatisfiedly, and looked at Ollie's fingers, his face gradually became serious, which made Jessica couldn't help leaning over curiously.

Ollie blocked her, put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her aside.

"Jessie, honey," he forced a smile, "that's not something you should know, and you're sure to tell James."

"James?"

LeBron James, football team, funding...

Jessica blurted out: "Is James embezzling funds?"

Ollie let go of her hand, and Raymond came into her sight with a livid face.

"You know?! When are you going to tell me?"

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After what happened to Margaret, Jessica thought about it for a long time but still didn't tell Raymond about the funding.First, James' father is one of the school trustees, and he himself is about to graduate.Secondly, Sherlock said that Coach Max is in charge of the funds, he must know about it, and Raymond, as the football captain who is about to leave his post, has no need to go into troubled waters.

However, she didn't expect that Raymond would have such a big reaction when he found out.At the beginning, he yelled something like "You lied to me", and then put on a poker face. Whether it was Jessica or Sherlock, he treated them equally and indifferently.

So they left early without saying goodbye to their hosts.When they got into the car, Raymond shoved them both into the back and sat alone in the front driver's seat, driving furiously, even shifting gears with resentment.

Jessica was sitting in the back, and she had explained her good reasons countless times, but Raymond couldn't listen at all.She had no choice but to keep silent, so as not to offend the person who was now holding the steering wheel again.

Sherlock sat on the other side, and it was a long time before he reappeared downstairs, saying nothing about what he had discovered or done that night.Now he was staring out the window with his chin resting, as if oblivious to the safety hazards of Raymond's emotional driving.

"Ahem, Sherlock," Jessica couldn't help it anymore, she pushed Sherlock secretly, and said in a low voice, "First of all, I am very grateful for your help, I mean the 'evidence', you saved Killed me. But I thought we agreed not to tell Raymond about the funding?"

"Yes, we agreed." Sherlock looked at her blankly, "So you told him? Or did I tell him?"

"Theoretically, it's you." Jessica glanced at Raymond in front of him and gestured, "You can put some white paper in there without causing any harm."

"Oh," Sherlock sneered, "You mean Raymond is hurt now? Is he a child of seven or eight years old?"

"Look at him," Jessica frowned, "you obviously hurt his feelings...well, or I hurt his feelings, but this might not have happened—if you could... "

"Then he should grow up too," Sherlock interrupted her with a twist of his head, "You can't take care of his 'feelings' all day long like his mother!"''

"I..." Jessica's eyes widened, "Then you shouldn't let him see those documents on purpose."

"Isn't this great? He should see what the world is like!"

Jessica also lost her patience, "But it shouldn't be this way!"

"I said guys, I'm still here," Raymond's voice came from the front row, "Don't act like a couple fighting."

Jessica's words stuck in her throat awkwardly.Sherlock pursed his lips and looked out the window, but there was still an angry look on his face.

"I don't blame anyone, including James." Raymond continued, "I only blame myself."

Jessica tried to see his expression in the rearview mirror, but only saw the light reflected from the street lamp.

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The author Jun suddenly decided to go home after the holiday, pack my luggage tomorrow (I just want to pack all day willfully), and I will be on the road the day after tomorrow, so I can’t update it, little angels, don’t wait ~~ I can update it when I go home~ Da~~