Cherry gave them a triumphant smirk, as if to say, *You'd better learn from me.*
"Cherry, are you absolutely sure you didn't tell Hannah?"
Deep down, Lionel still wasn't convinced.
If no one had told Hannah, how could she have possibly shown up there? Was it all just a coincidence?
If Hannah hadn't been there, things wouldn't have escalated to this point.
He was incredibly frustrated, with no idea how to face Hannah now. If he didn't come up with a solution soon, he was going to be stuck with the blame.
He really didn't want to take the fall for this. He hadn't done anything wrong, so why was this happening?
"You know what, Lionel? Why don't I call Hannah right now, and we can all discuss this together? How about that?"
"You used to misunderstand Hannah all the time, teaming up with your mistress to bully her. Now that she's blocked you and wants nothing to do with you, you've got no one to pick on, so you've moved on to me, is that it? Do you have some kind of quota for tormenting people that you have to meet, or else you'll get zapped by lightning?"
Cherry couldn't believe how dense he was, calling her up to ask if she was behind it.
After hearing her out, Lionel had to admit his theory sounded a bit far-fetched. But besides that, he couldn't think of any other explanation.
After a few seconds of silence, he asked, "Do you have any ideas?"

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