Evelyn Thompson froze. Before she could say a word, she saw Chloe Sinclair pick up her phone and make a call. "Hello, Counselor..."
Evelyn Thompson stood frozen in place. She never imagined Chloe Sinclair would actually call the counselor.
After answering the call, the counselor rushed over to the dorm.
She saw that Chloe Sinclair's bed was not just filthy, but—more horrifically—her closet had clearly been ransacked, and there were even several live bugs inside.
The counselor's skin crawled, but an even stronger feeling was her sense of shock.
First of all, she believed Chloe Sinclair wasn't the type to start trouble. Moreover, Chloe was never present for dorm inspections, so there was no way this could be about some deep-seated, irreconcilable grudge.
With that thought, her expression turned cold. "Chloe, do you want to call the police?"
Evelyn Thompson was dumbfounded when she heard that.
