"Impossible, I clearly inspected it earlier. The dress was perfectly fine before I handed it to Sheng. It was you, you deliberately damaged it."
At this moment, a figure rushed out—it was the young girl in charge of dress rentals from the Foreign Society.
She pointed angrily at Shi Yue and said, "You look quite pretty, but who would’ve thought you’d have such a wicked heart? We’ve all worked hard to prepare for the school celebration, yet you can’t resist sabotaging everything."
"I said it wasn’t me." Shi Yue firmly denied, insisting she didn’t do it.
"So many people saw it, and yet you still want to deny." The girl pointed at her, never having seen anyone more shameless or despicable.
Shi Yue tilted her chin upwards and said, "The video only shows me getting close to the dress. What evidence do you have to prove I was the one who damaged it?"
"Who says there’s no evidence?"
At this moment, Gu Yue opened another video taken from the auditorium stage’s surveillance.
In the footage, Shi Yue sneaked out from backstage and secretly threw a utility knife into the trash can in a corner of the stage.
With the video paused, Gu Yue looked up at Shi Yue and said, "The surveillance time matches exactly with the video’s timestamp, proving that when you approached the dress, you had this utility knife in your hand. Is there anything else you want to say? Or, if you truly don’t know what to say, maybe you can explain what you were doing with this utility knife earlier? Of course, if you still don’t confess, then I’ll have no choice but to report it. Damage to personal or public property amounting to three thousand or more allows for a case to be filed. I believe the police will dispatch professionals to investigate whether you’re wronged. They’ll find out clearly."
"No." Shi Yue was flustered.
If the police were called and they found out, she’d have a record.
At this point, she had no choice but to confess.
Shi Yue gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, I accidentally damaged the dress, but I didn’t do it on purpose. I just wanted to take a look, who knew it would accidentally get cut." Admitting it was accidental was better than admitting it was deliberate.
But no one present was a fool; whether it was intentional or not, everyone could see clearly.
For a moment, everyone looked at Shi Yue with disdain in their eyes.
Shi Yue’s face burned under their gaze, and inside she was full of resentment—why does good fortune never stand by her?
"Whether it was intentional isn’t important. What matters is that since you damaged the dress, you need to be responsible for compensation!" Gu Yue calmly stated.
Then another voice sounded, it was the girl from the Foreign Society: "This dress was rented by our Foreign Society, and the vendor is demanding five thousand in compensation. You deliberately damaged it, so this amount will be paid by you personally."
"A second-hand dress can’t possibly be worth five thousand?" Shi Yue frowned deeply, "Can’t someone fix it?"
The girl sneered, "Don’t you know how badly you damaged the dress? If you want someone to fix it, do you think it can be repaired well? Anyway, if you don’t compensate, the vendor will report it to the police, so think about it." She added, not forgetting to give her a harsh glance.
If it weren’t for her reckless hands, the dress—even if worth five million—would have nothing to do with her.
People should really learn a lesson. Making her pay five thousand is already letting her off easy.
The vendor should be consulted about asking her to pay more, ideally compensating the original price.