Chapter 4The Yoga Mat Trap: A Roommate's Lethal Greed

Lily offered to walk me down, but I refused.

She looked at me with anxious uncertainty. "Harper, maybe I misunderstood you. Just now, I didn't see a single trace of guilt in your eyes. Only shock and betrayal."

"I didn't do anything wrong. Why should I feel guilty?"

She nodded vigorously. "Right, right! But Chloe... her eyes were darting everywhere, like she was hiding a massive secret."

I smiled helplessly. Lily was finally putting the pieces together.

She grabbed my wrist. "Harper! She was lying, wasn't she? I'm so sorry. But when I listened to her telling us all those things you supposedly did, I was just so incredibly angry."

I patted the back of her hand. "Just take care of yourself."

A tiny smile finally broke through on her face. "What do you mean?"

"When you go to her yoga class, don't follow her too deep into the advanced poses."

"Okay, okay! Don't worry!"

My phone started ringing. It was my mom.

"Harper, come downstairs. We're driving straight to the police station."

Grabbing all the evidence, I sprinted downstairs.

As I ran past the neighboring dorm, Mia happened to see me.

She yelled out, "Are you crazy?! Running out in the middle of the night!"

Immediately following her, I heard Chloe's roar from behind me.

"Don't let her get away! She's trying to run so she doesn't have to refund us! Everyone, after her!"

So, as soon as I hit the second-floor landing, I heard the thunderous thump, thump, thump of footsteps chasing me.

Like they were hunting down a thief.

"Damn it, Harper! Give us our money back!"

"Refund us! Don't let her escape!"

Hitting the first-floor exit, I sprinted down the path. My mom's car was parked right at the East Gate.

I dove inside instantly.

Slamming the door shut, I saw those girls furiously screaming something at me through the glass.

And Chloe, panting heavily, glared at me with absolute, undisguised malice.

A sudden, bone-chilling cold washed over my back.

Chloe was a student on a financial aid scholarship.

She had once casually complained to me: "This world is so unfair. Some people have to walk miles just to get to school, while others are born sitting in luxury cars."

I wanted to comfort her so badly then.

But her next sentence made me choke on my words.

"Rich people all deserve to die!"