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Chapter 147: Blaire’s POV

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Time to utilize my last standing ace card.

My fail-safe. My soundproof plan—the one move I had left.

My fingers tremble slightly as I scroll through my contacts, heart thudding harder with every familiar name that flashes past. When I finally find the number, my thumb hovers for a brief, dangerous moment before pressing dial. There’s no turning back now.

The line rings once. Twice. Each second stretches like it’s taunting me.

“Good morning, Prestige Preparatory Academy. How may we direct your call?” the receptionist answers in a bright, practiced tone.

I instantly smooth my expression and soften my voice. No need to rouse suspicion. Panic would only ruin everything.

“Hi, this is Blaire Adler,” I say evenly. “I’m calling on behalf of my son, Jeremy Smith. I’d like to withdraw him from the Academy and make arrangements for him to return home.”

“Certainly, Ms. Adler. Please hold for just a moment.”

I place the phone on speaker and set it on the counter. My hands move automatically as I p
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