Chapter 426
Chapter 426:
Fernanda had never intended to enter the beauty pageant. It was he who had coaxed her into participating, eager to bring honor and financial reward to their college.
She approached the contest with a relaxed attitude, relying solely on the enthusiasm of the faculty and students who supported her. Manipulating the votes? That seemed far beyond her interest or capability.
Yet, the mystery remained: how did these additional votes appear? Evidently, someone had interfered with the process.
One of the university administrators asked, “Fernanda, if you didn’t manipulate the votes, is it possible your friends did it on your behalf? Perhaps they wanted to secure your victory and purchased votes for you p>
Caught off-guard by the question, Fernanda’s response dwindled into silence.
This theory… it wasn’t entirely implausible.
But who could have orchestrated such a scheme? Cristian? Maybe Ector? Or Bobby? Or… could it be Vinson?
Mere days ago, Vinson had passionately vowed to deploy whatever tactics necessary to clinch her triumph in the contest.
Though she had declined his offer at that time, was it possible that Vinson, driven by his eagerness to collaborate, had taken matters into his own hands and manipulated the votes without her knowledge?
The thought lingered, somewhat far-fetched yet not beyond the realm of possibility.
“Fernanda, it’s crucial you verify this with your friends,” Aidan insisted, his tone laden with urgency. “Once we have clarity, we need to devise a public relations plan without delay p>
The gravity of the situation was clear; it threatened the integrity of the university, and passive waiting was not an option.
Once Fernanda’s friends were proven innocent, the weight of guilt would be removed from her, exposing an outside attempt to damage the university’s good name. Identifying this puppet master was imperative.
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Conversely, if her friends were guilty, the truth needed to be exposed; they had to own up to their actions, absolving the university from any involvement.
Care was paramount in crafting their public relations stance, lest a hasty decision lead to further disgrace if their assumptions were unfounded. Fernanda didn’t waste a moment; she dialed her friends. One by one, they each firmly refuted any involvement.
“I came across the news,” Cristian remarked. “Don’t fret; I’m on top of it.” In the whirlwind of her thoughts, Fernanda scarcely had time to absorb the weight of his words. With a heartfelt thank you, she swiftly disconnected.
Vinson was the last she called, and his denial came with a resigned tone. “I swear, I didn’t do it,” Vinson asserted firmly. “Once you rejected the proposal, I completely let go of the idea p>