【FULL】🇺🇸 They Stole My NSA Admission—Then My Father Walked In as President!

The day the NSA early batch background check came out, my name was erased. The reason is that my mother is suspected of terrorism and my background is extremely high risk. >> The Chable daughter who took my place smashed the supplementary form in my face. >> Your mother is a terrorist and a traitor.

 Do you deserve to enter the NSA? >> The teacher watched coldly from the sidelines. >> The classmates whispered to each other. They thought crushing an orphan from the slums would be effortless, but nobody knows. My mother is the greatest martyr of this country. My dad’s the current president. Half an hour later, I stood outside the security gate of the Global Joint Intelligence Center building.

 The heavily armed security agent reached out and blocked my way. The security agent’s eyes were fixed on that old dog tag, and his whole body obviously paused. >> What is your relationship with Chief Evelyn? >> I am her daughter. He immediately stood up straight and directly cut off the intercom of the security channel.

>> Come with me. He did not take the regular channel, but swiped a black card with the highest authority and led me into a bulletproof elevator straight to the underground. Not long after, a middle-aged man in a black tactical jacket walked in. >> “CL,” >> I nodded. His voice was a bit horsearo. >> “I am Marcus, your mother’s operations chief back then, and also the current director of the Secret Service.

” >> 18 years since my mother went missing and was presumed dead in that top secret overseas operation. I was told to hide my identity and live as the child of ordinary people. This is the first time someone mentioned my mother with such a solemn tone right in front of me. >> They said my immediate family is suspect terrorism.

 Said my family background is high risk. The NSA Academy dropped me. I pushed the background check result in front of Marcus. I turned on my phone and played the video of Kloe humiliating me in the classroom. >> Clara, stop looking. Your name is gone. Your mother died so dirtily. She is a traitor. And you still want to get an agent badge? Are you worthy? >> [laughter] >> In the video, Khloe stood by the podium holding the supplementary list with the table family crest, smiling contemptuously.

 Simone in the class lowered their head and held back their laughter. The home room teacher, Miller, stood at the door, arms crossed without saying a word. After the video, there are screenshots of the class group chat. The more Marcus looked, the colder his eyes became. Is it not normal for Kloe to fill the vacancy? The Sterling Chable donates tens of millions to the school every year.

 Their background is so clean, it is useless for Clara to get a Subie in every subject. The background check can veto her with one vote. >> Are all these backed up? >> Backed up. >> Original files retained. >> Retained. [sighs and gasps] >> Good. >> Marcus looked at me. >> Your mother, Evelyn, is not a terrorist. She was the top undercover agent of the Federation.

 A hero who sacrificed her life on the front line of national security. That was a Her identity and mission cannot be made public. Not because she cannot see the light. It is because the people she protected with her life, which is you and your father, the current president of the Federation, [sighs and gasps] cannot be implicated and exposed.

>> In order not to leave a handle for the political enemies of my president father, and to protect the safety of me as an illegitimate daughter, I lived incognito in the slums for 18 years, but my concession brought only the reckless trampling by others. Marcus picked up the red encrypted landline on the desk.

He paused for a moment. >> Supreme Operations Office, immediately contact the Ministry of Defense Inspector and the NSA political department. Initiate an S-level classified joint investigation into the background assessment conclusion of the candidate, Clara. Sadishly notify the FBI to lock down all network ports and submitted materials of St.

 Jude High School. Find out who added that sentence. Investigate the interest chain of the Challen. >> Hanging up the phone. You looked at me. >> Claraara, next they will definitely force you to settle privately. They will smash money at you. They will threaten you with your future. >> I clenched my phone tightly.

 Marcus patted my shoulder. >> Do not be afraid. You are not using privileges. You are clearing the name for the presidential family and for your mother. >> Clara, return to school immediately. Principal’s office. Do not blow a small matter out of proportion. You cannot afford to anger the school board. I just walked out of the Secret Service.

 My home room teacher, Miller, made over a dozen calls to me. I did not answer. She started sending messages again. We can talk but the whole process will be recorded. How did you become like this now? Has the school not treated you well normally? She replied after half a minute, ignored her and directly muted my phone.

When I returned to St. Jude High School, the corridor was full of people watching the show. >> Did she really go to the police? >> Is it useful? Khloe’s father came to the school with his private lawyer. >> She does not think reporting to the police in the slums can take down the Sterling Shia, does she? In the office, the battle array was set up grandly.

Principal Evans sat behind the desk. Miller did not look well and stood in the corner. Khloe sat on the leather sofa holding a cup of coffee, legs crossed. Her father Sterling was wearing a hot couture suit, sitting right in the middle with two men in black standing behind him. Seeing me? Chloe laughed first.

>> Yo, you are back. Clara, do you know what I like to look at the most now? The NSA’s supplementary list. It has my name on it, but not yours. [clears throat] >> Chloe, mind your manners. >> Sterling coughed and picked up his teacup. Then he looked up at me. >> Clara, take a seat. >> I did not sit.

 I opened the recording interface on my phone and placed it directly on the coffee table. >> Who changed the background check materials. Evans’s face darkened and he slammed the table fiercely. >> Clara, the school is magnetimally helping you handle the problem, not accepting your interrogation. >> Then have you handled it? Saying my immediate family is suspected of terrorism.

 May I ask what the evidence is? >> Miller bit the bullet and spoke. Her tone condescending. Claraara, the NSA Academy background check does not only look at exam scores. You grew up in the slums since childhood. You have no father and your mother died under unclear circumstances. Your family situation is indeed extremely special.

The school is merely reporting truthfully. Truthfully, teacher Miller, have you seen my mother’s case file? Or after listening to Khloe curse for 3 years, you felt that was true? Chloe smashed the coffee heavily onto the table. Clara, stop pushing the responsibility onto others. Your mother died in a black prison.

 We are just stating the facts. >> Facts require evidence. Do you have any? >> You want evidence? >> She stood up and approached me. >> Then you bring evidence to prove your mother is not one. To put it blandly, was she not just working for those unclean gangs dying out there with no one daring to collect her body? >> Sterling slowly took a SIP of tea as if watching a play. He snapped his fingers.

The lawyer behind him stepped forward, took out a document, and placed an anonymous black card from a Swiss bank down. >> Claraara, when adults solve problems, they must look at reality. 1 million US dollars. You sign a statement of voluntary waiver of review. This money is enough for you to leave this city and live out the rest of your life.

>> Chloe sneered aloud. I looked at that black card, then stared at Sterling’s hypocritical face. You made a huge profit. Have you ever seen $1 million in your life? You stole my quota and you still want me to sign a confession with my own hands admitting my mother is a terrorist. Sterling’s smile faded and he put down the teacup.

>> Do not speak so harshly. The quota was not stolen. It is a logical replacement. >> I picked up the pen on the table and heavily wrote down a few lines in the blank space. I request the FBI to intervene to obtain the original background check materials, modification records, review accounts, and the basis of the supplementary interest chain.

After writing, I threw the paper back into his face. Sterling’s face went completely cold. >> If you want me to shut up, fine. Hand over the person who forged it. His eyes venomous. >> Clara, you have no parents to teach you rules. No one to teach you how to behave. I will teach you a sentence today.

 Do not clash head-on with someone you cannot afford to offend. >> I picked up my phone and turned on the screen. Thank you, but I do not need you to teach me. And I also don’t know who I cannot afford to offend. Chloe exploded first, slapping the table with one hand. >> Clara, do you dare TO RECORD MY DAD? You dare to curse my mother? Why would I not dare to record? >> Do not use your dead ghost mother as a shield.

>> Are you not just racking your brains to sneak into the NSA with your terrorist mother’s resume? You are dreaming. >> She suddenly stood up, pointing at my nose. As soon as the sentence came out, someone in the office let out a laugh. Miller walked over and hypocritically pulled my arm. >> Clara, stop contradicting the school board member. Your grades are so good.

Take the money and go to an ordinary community college. You can still find a job to make a living. >> I suck off her hand and turned to stare dead at her. That time my locker was stuffed with a dead mouse. You said not to affect class unity. When Chloe spread rumors in the group chat that I sold my body, you said she was just a rich daughter joking around and being ignorant.

 Now my background check is failed. My future is ruined. And you say do not contradict. Exactly. Where do I have to retreat to be considered understanding the rules? >> Loie rolled her eyes, her arms crossed. >> Stop digging up old accounts here. Who told your mother to leave you such a lowly identity? >> I opened my phone gallery and brought up the screenshots.

 Those were Khloe’s internal chat records. Khloe’s face instantly changed and she lunged over to grab the phone. Disgusted her before the physical test. Cut her shoe souls open. She breaks down as soon as she hears about her mother. What is the use of her getting first place in grades? A poor ghost.

 My dad can kill her with one word in the background check when I supplement into the NSA. I want her to kneel at the school gate and beg me for charity. How could you have these? I dodge sideways and put the phone back into my pocket. Lily has not dared to help me open, but she secretly sent me many screenshots and every single one is evidence of a crime. Sterling frowned.

The chat records of a few children cannot prove there is a problem with the background check. >> I looked at him not yielding at all. >> Then let the background materials of the system speak. Where is the urgent who modified the comments? Who submitted the final review? >> Evan suddenly stood up.

 His face ashen >> Claraara. The school’s confidential materials are not something you can see just because you want to. >> Why can I not see them? Is it because your dirty deals are hidden in the system? You grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it on the ground. >> Presumptuous. Do you, a student receiving relief funds, know how to respect authority? I respect authority, but I do not respect the parasites who forge national security materials for money.

>> Evans was blocked by me to the point of gasping for air. Sterling adjusted his cuff links and stood up. >> Claraara, I will give you one last chance. Sign it. Take the money and get out of this school. Just pretend this matter never happened. >> I had no expression on my face. And if I don’t sign, >> then do not even think about having a foothold in this city for the rest of your life.

 I will make all universities reject you, leaving you unable to find even a dishwashing job. Child, people at the bottom can have backbone. But backbone in front of us is not even as good as dog >> Dad, do not scare her. She is timid. When she was schold as a fatherless, wild breed when she was young, she would only hid and cry. By the way, Clara, keep talking.

 This is their true ugly face. Kloe smiled even more proudly and sat back on the sofa. I clicked the save button on the recording interface. >> Enough. >> Chloe froze for a moment, seeming to have noticed something. I clenched my teeth and stared into her eyes. The talk is over today. >> Claraara, the school has not approved you to leave.

>> Then please prepare the search warrant from the FBI. Her face changed slightly and she avoided my gaze. Sterling ordered in a cold voice. >> You will come back BEGGING ME LIKE A DOG. >> Once the review period passes, you will not even get that 1 million. YOU CAN JUST GO BEG ON THE STREETS. >> I picked up my canvas bag and carried it on my shoulder.

 Evan screamed hysterically from behind. I turned back and swept a cold glance at him. He opened his mouth, unable to speak a single word. When I pushed the door and left, Khloe screamed from behind. That night, Sterling’s wife brought two bodyguards and blocked me downstairs of my dilapidated apartment building, saying the exact same words.

>> You will come back begging. You can just go beg on the streets. >> Your mother was disgraceful enough, not even having a legal husband. Do you insist on digging up her rotten affairs and bring shame to your non-existent father as well? >> Mrs. Sterling, [laughter] >> do you, someone living in a garbage dump, really think you can fight against a wealthy family that trolls the state? >> It is to let you see clearly with your own eyes who the real garbage is.

>> She took off her sunglasses. Clara, you thought about it all night last night, right? Do you regret it? Today is your last chance to take the money. Sized up the surrounding environment. The school is braving shifod of the entry you’re guarding the the Michelle >> because the bones of this school are already rotten to the core and are not worth trusting.

>> Principal, calm down. Let us talk business first and added a sentence while covering her nose. My footsteps stopped at the rusty stairwell. She sneered aloud. I looked at her face. The next morning, the school notified me to attend the so-called final coordination hearing. >> Miss Clara, we do not want to waste time.

 $2 million plus a guaranteed spot at an overseas Ivy League school. Sign it. >> When I walked into the large conference room, Evan sat in the main seat, his tie tightly. Miller sat next to him, an open laptop placed in front of her. Sterling and his wife sat on opposite sides with their chief legal officer standing behind them.

 As soon as I pulled out the chair and sat down, Kloe laughed out loud. I put my phone on the table, screen facing up, recording turned on. Evans’s face instantly turned completely black. He suddenly stood up and Miller quickly grabbed his arm. Sterling gave a wink to the legal officer who pushed the document in front of me. >> Do not even know who your biological father is. It good is like the NSA.

 Your unwar get point. [clears throat] >> Clara, the cherry is going to pass though. You get a [snorts] pink sport. >> The high-risisk factors who would send into the system. >> Who submitted them? >> DO NOT BE UNREASONABLE AND PUSS ARE HERE. I only ask two questions and you are sweating with anxiety. [snorts] >> Clara, don’t push the teacher.

>> Teacher Miller, what did I push you to do? Push you to admit that the framed sentence was added into the appreciation fine by your own hands. >> Clara, your mother’s matter was never meant to see the light anyway. Maybe even you are a wild breed. If you really dig things up, do you think it will do you any good? >> Mrs.

 Sterling sighed pretentiously on the side. Khloe laughed unscrupulously. Evans cleared his throat and struck a bureaucratic tone. I sneered aloud. He avoided my gaze and looked at the desktop. I smiled and tapped the table with my fingertips. Miller suddenly interrupted. Her face suddenly turned pale and she retreated repeatedly. The conference room suddenly fell dead silent.

That is right. If your mother is really innocent, why has no one dared to clear her name for so many years? >> Clara, listen carefully to me. The evil spawn of a terrorist. The academy dropped. You do not feel wronged. >> Chloe, mind your manners. Say a few words left. >> DID I SAY ANYTHING WRONG? SHE has that dirty blood flowing in her.

 going to be wash up. >> So what if you recorded it? Can you make public what your mother actually did? You cannot. You cannot even produce a single piece of paper to prove her innocence. Clara, accept your fate as silence for the rest of your life. It is already the greatest dignity we can give you. >> Sign it quickly.

 My supplemental admission procedures are still waiting to be processed. Don’t delay my time. >> Chloe suddenly lunged to the table. Mrs. Sterling feigned a frown. Chloe, however, laughed even harder, her facial features twisting, my fingers clenched suddenly. and I did not retort because the recording interface kept flashing a red light.

 Sterling glanced at my phone and carelessly leaned back into his chair. He pushed the pure gold fountain pen handed over by the legal officer in front of me. Kloe crossed her arms. Suddenly, a burst of footsteps came from outside the conference room. >> Who is making noise outside the door? >> Evans frowned and looked irritably at the main door.

 With a loud bang, the two heavy solid wood doors were kicked open directly. Marcus stood at the door wearing the senior uniform of the Secret Service. >> Which one unafraid of death just said that Chief Evelyn cannot see the light? >> Sir, this there must be a must misunderstanding in this. >> Behind him followed more than a dozen fully armed federal agents with loaded guns.

>> Did you sign it? >> No. >> Very good. Through the highest level, the classified joint investigation of the federation, the relev statements such as immediate family suspected of terrorism, high-risisk familybacked, and candidate Clare as per severely forged and untrue. We now formally withro the temporary unqualified, immediately suspend all subsequent supplemental procedures, and initiate a full investigation.

>> On what grounds ARE YOU SUSPENDING ME? MY SUPPLEMENTARY list has already been published on the school network. >> 10th for the supplement to be established is that the precedely candidate is dietit unqualified. Now that the preceding secluded has been malicious trooping, your supplement qualities naturally inviled.

 Further back were men in suits with NSA inspection team badges hanging on their chests. Marcus’ eagle-like gaze swept across the waiver document on the table, the Swiss black card, and finally landed on the pen by my hand. He stroed in. The conference room was dead quiet. The sweat on Evans’s forehead rolled down like a waterfall, his voice trembling.

Marcus did not even spare him a glance from the corner of his eye, walked straight to my side, and asked, looking down. Marcus nodded. The head of the NSA inspection team stepped forward and directly opened a black folder with the federal badge. Kloe suddenly jumped up from her chair and screamed out loud. The head of the inspection team glanced at her coldly, his tone as if looking at a pile of garbage.

 Khloe’s face suddenly turned deathly pale. Khloe’s face turned completely pale instantly. “Dad,” she turned her head and desperately grabbed Sterling’s sleeve. “This officer, there might be a miscommunication in the submitted materials. We are also acting according to the school’s official notice.” >> Sterling forcefully maintain the posture of a table.

 Acting Nutell deported you to school so far in Nidantra mount to be a breaknail mar sterling you’re to chalk his speech take my eyes >> it is not being it is compensation this high school without a father was pitiful so we wanted to help her >> please have St. Jude High School immediately provide all background operation records of student Clara >> stood up and adjusted his suit.

>> The materials have already been reported to the state. Retrieving the permissions requires time. No need to trouble yourself. The school server background was taken over and sealed by the federation 10 minutes ago. >> Very good. >> Through the highest level classified joint investigation of the federation, relevant statements such as immediate family suspected of tire risk, family background, and candidate Clara’s political appreciation, temporary unqu, and very wildified opinion.

 immediately suspend all subsequent supplement procedures and initiate a full investigation. >> Now, please all of you open your eyes wide and confirm.” >> Marcus sneered and picked up the waiver statement on the table. He then pinched the Swiss black card with two fingers, broke it directly in half, and threw it on the ground.

 He approached Sterling, his eyes extremely cold. Mrs. Sterling panicked and hurriedly stepped forward to explain. The NSA technicians did not give them a chance to talk nonsense, directly forcibly unplugged the network cable on Miller’s computer and connected it to the federal internet equipment. Evans collapsed completely, wiping his sweat and stuttering.

 The technician did not even raise his head. The giant screen in the conference room lit up instantly, clean and clear. In the next second, the second version covered it up. The red words were shocking to see. Operation account, Miss Miller. Review account. Principal Evans. Submission time. June 29th at 227. Late at night in the conference room, Khloe’s breathing became extremely heavy.

Miller’s face was as pale as a dead person, her whole body trembling. The inspection team staff questioned sharply. >> What is the basis? I I based it on usual hearsay. >> What do you understand? Have you seen Chief Chief’s top secret files to write an ace agent who sacrificed for the country as a terrorist? >> I did not know she was an agent.

>> You did not know. So you could write nonsense for money. >> It was not me who wanted to change it myself. It was Principal Evans who told me to add it. >> MILLER, YOU ARE CRAZY. Think clearly BEFORE YOU SPEAK. I THOUGHT VERY CLEARLY. Sterling personally brought people to the school that night. Write the appraisal a bit uglier.

 He said Miss Khloe just meets the conditions. Once the Mimos wept him over from the Sterling Chappie donation from month once arrive in the account. Miller’s lips trembled as she retreated into the corner. Marcus slapped the table with his palm, shaking the water cup to turn over. Miller’s psychological defense line completely collapsed, tears and snots smearing all over her face.

 She squatted on the ground, screaming. She suddenly raised her head, her trembling finger pointing dead at Evans. Evans’s face changed drastically and he rushed over trying to cover her mouth. Miller cried and shouted, her voice echoing through the conference room. >> YOU SPIT BLOOD AND FALSELY ACCUSE PEOPLE. >> Evans could no longer maintain the dignity of a principal and kicked towards Miller.

 Two agents quickly stepped forward, twisted Evans’s hands behind his back, and pressed him fiercely on the conference table. The technician typed on the keyboard without expression. I only went to discuss the details of the donation that day. Discussing donations to the point where a student’s political review file is maliciously tweaked it. Mr.

 Sterling, this donation of yours is thrown truly precisely. >> Even if the materials WERE WRITTEN WRONGLY, THOSE WERE NOT THE WORDS I TYPED. ON WHAT GROUNDS DO YOU CANCEL MY QUALIFICATION IN THE NSSA? >> At 8:51 in the evening on June 29th, Sterling’s bulletproof Rolls-Royce drove into the campus. At 8:58, Sterling entered the principal’s office with bodyguards.

 At 10:17, Clara’s background check materials were modified and submitted. At 11:03, Sterling left the school looking flushed with success, the timeline perfectly meshed without even a 1-second error. Sterling’s originally arrogant face finally cracked. Marcus stared at him like looking at a corpse. Kloe suddenly screamed hysterically, her long hair messy.

 The technician ignored her madness and directly projected a set of chat screenshots onto the giant screen. The enlarged words on the screen were glaring one by one. Chloe rushed toward the giant screen like crazy, trying to smash it with her hands. She was grabbed by the caller by a tall agent beside her and thrown back onto the sofa.

>> Who allowed you to check my phone? THIS IS MY RIGHT TO PRIVACY. >> WHEN YOU PUBLICLY cursed my mother in class, you were not afraid of others hearing it. Now being publicly executed, you suddenly talk about the right to privacy. >> She private breakdown. I walked over and looked down at her from a commanding position.

 Khloe’s tears burst the damn instantly. >> The federal secrecy laws are not loopers for you maggots to spread rumors. The identities of classified murders cannot be made public. It does not mean their flesh and blood can be won slandered by you. Chief Evelyn not stand here and fire a shot for herself. But the national archives can take them all away for isolated investigation.

>> Her makeup completely ruined. She shrank on the sofa and looked extremely wronged. Marcus had not the slightest sympathy with gaze sweeping over his well-dressed wounds. He turned suddenly and waved his big hand. After that day, St. Jude High School completely experienced a major earthquake. It was not gossip among the students in private.

 It was the NSA and the secret service directly locking down the entire administration building. The inspection team took away all the school’s special enrollment and donation flow record. >> It was just a work negligence. The review was not strict >> from the past 10 years. >> Clara and said bit Evansly. It doesn’t counts of his forear at all.

Khloe took the lead in bullying her long term. I knew it all. I just felt she could endure it to keep her scholarship. There was no need to offend the chalka for her. >> Evans initially tried to insist in the interrogation room that it was work negligence and loose review. But the ironclad evidence was like a mountain, one link interlocking another.

 Miller was the first who could not hold on and confessed everything. She confessed Evans’s original words. She also confessed that Khloe took the lead in bullying me longterm and she knew it all. It was just that she felt I could endure it to keep my scholarship and there was no need to offend the table for me. I sat outside the oneway glass looking at her confession and laughed out loud.

It turned out that my not causing trouble and my ability to endure was also my original sin in their eyes. It was all led by Chloe. She said someone like Clara does not even know who her father is. No one would care even if she was bullied to death. Stop pouring ink on the test plate was also instructed by her.

>> SHUT YOUR MOUTH LOUDER THAN ANYONE ELSE. YOU LAUGHED LOUDER THAN ANYONE. >> WAS THAT NOT INSTIGATED by you? >> You said her mother was a terrorist. SAID SHE WOULD NOT EVEN BE WANTED FOR DISHWASHING IN HER LIFE. YOU SAID YOUR DAD could make THE PRINCIPAL KNEEL WITH ONE PHONE CALL >> BECAUSE I DID NOT CRY or make a fuss.

 So they felt my spine could be trampled infinitely. Khloe’s group of rich second generation followers were also interrogated by agents one by one. Her number one lackey Jessica was so scared she wet herself right after entering the interrogation room. Kloe went crazy on the spot in the next interrogation room, kicking the door and cursing loudly.

Jessica also got anxious and cursed back through the wall. The two of them fought dog eat dog in the interrogation rooms, tearing at each other. In the past, they gathered around my desk together, laughing out loud. Now that a catastrophe is imminent, they wish they could bite off each other’s flesh to use as a cushion.

 I watched all this with cold eyes. There was no thrill of a great revenge being avenged in my heart. Only extreme disgust. The Secret Service technology department recovered all the deleted surveillance cameras of the school. In freshman year, my school bag was thrown into the fountain. The surveillance captured Chloe and Jessica standing by the pool laughing loudly.

 In sophomore year, my locker was filled with shaming words. When did I ever agree to reconcile? When were my emotions ever stable? >> Clara, I was also afraid that making a big deal would affect your university exams back then. >> So, you joined hands with them to block off my entire life’s path. I reported all these things to Miller back then, but what was written in her home room teacher’s record system was normal jokes between classmates.

 I looked at those recovered records. >> Strike complete. >> Walked to the door of the interrogation room and asked Miller. Miller kept her head down, not daring to look at me. She completely collapsed in a chair. Clara, post the videos. I will post all those I recorded back then. >> Do not rush first. Unable to say a single word, the Sterling Chable naturally refused to sit still and wait for death.

 They utilized massive capital public relations to frantically sell misery on Twitter and major forums. The comment section was instantly flooded by internet trolls. Lily cried out of anger on the phone. I looked at the vicious comments rolling frantically on the screen. I packaged all the web pages, top comments, repost records, and the IPs of the public relations companies behind them, then sent them directly to Marcus’ secure email.

That night, the White House press office jointly with the Federal National Security Agency issued a red notice of the highest level across the entire network. The notice was directly placed on the front page headlines of major media outlets. 10 minutes later, the official account of the federal secret was released the second statement.

>> The statement did not mention my mother’s name, nor did it expose my identity as the president’s illegitimate. But these few highly weighty words were already enough. The direction of the wind reversed instantly. >> Immediately after, the NSA’s cyber security department directly took over that big influencers’s account.

Every single sentence of the chat records was like a steel whip with thorns, lashing fiercely on the hypocritical face of the Sterling family, lashing them until they could no longer pretend. The stock of the Sterling Chable plummeted and hit the circuit breaker directly after the market opened the next day.

The second time the Sterling family came to find me was outside the cafe where I worked part time. It was pouring heavy rain at the gym. This time they no longer had the momentum of sitting in the principal’s office. Sterling’s talking to her so much. Mrs. Sterling’s designer. She cried until the cat was >> Clara.

 Auntie begs you tell the secret and wish it with your mouth. She’s was child since childhood. You now have the president backing you up. You can’t really ruin her whole life up. >> Of the chat screenshots I released, is there a single fake one, >> but she is only 18 years old with her mouth. You have the president backing you up.

 You can’t really ruin her whole life. >> When she made me bear the crime of being a terrorist daughter, did she not think that I was also only 18 years old? When she cursed my mother as a lowly embryo in front of the whole class, did she not think that my heart was bleeding? Chloe did not even hold an umbrella. When you brought lawyers to force me to sign the confession, did you not think that was sentencing me directly to death? Shrinking behind her parents, trembling like >> either up.

>> I pushed the door and walked over regardless of her image, wanting to grab the leg of my pants. I took a step backward, avoiding her dirty hands. She froze in the rain. I looked at her face full of muddy water. Mrs. Sterling cried even harder, slapping the ground forcefully. I laughed out of extreme anger.

>> So attempted murder does not count as a murderer. >> Sterling finally spoke, his voice still carrying his habitual arrogance. Clara before [clears throat] it was my goat wealth the handling medish that was appropriate there still you are wy drenchions can to 5 million you write a letter of understand and just say this ends >> I walked down the steps and approached him ends here my mother’s innocence was almost written into dark history by you ends here the no skated I fought for with my life was randomly traded by you

and foot ends here your daughter led the bullying against me for three years trampling my dignate trolls to spread rumors on dire blast that I was blasting almost forcing me to jump a building ends here >> then what exactly do you want to let us go. >> Confess your crimes publicly. Accept the trial of the federal court.

Those who should go to jail, not a single one will escape. Sterling’s face turned to ashen. His fists clenched dead tight. >> NO. [screaming] CHLOE CANNOT LEAVE A CRIMINAL LEARD. SHE STILL HAS TO ENTER HIGH SOCIETY LATER. STILL HAVE TO MARRY A SENATOR. [screaming] CLARA. CLARA. You grew up without a father to teach you.

 YOU SIMPLY NOT UNDERSTAND OUR HEARTS BEING CUT LIKE A KNIFE. HIS PARENTS. >> This sentence was even uglier than cursing me as a wild breed. She thought she was pleading when she had no way out. But I know this is exactly the arrogance of class consolidation because on the surface I have no parents, so I deserve to be trampled to death to pave the way for her daughter because she gave birth to a chaff daughter.

 So the bottom lure of the whole world must understand her precious darling. Mrs. Sterling let out a miserable scream. This sentence was even uglier than cursing me as a wild breed. She thought she was pleading when she had no way out. But I know this is exactly the arrogance of class consolidation because on the surface I have no parents.

 So I deserve to be trampled to death to pave the way for her daughter because she gave birth to a chamber daughter. So the bottom tier of the whole world must understand her precious darling. >> Clara, leave a line when being a person. Are you not afraid of facing retaliation in the future? >> Mr.

 Sterling, when you let the legal officer press my hand in the conference room, did you leave way out for me? Do not appear in front of me again. Come one more time and I will have the Secret Service shoot you directly on charges of threatening national security. Sterling stared dead at me. I sneered. I turned around and walked towards the back door of the cafe.

 The final trial result came out in mid August. Khloe’s supplementary qualification was permanently cancelled. Her bad record of long-term bullying, spreading rumors, and bribery was loaded into the federal personal credit file, and no university is willing to accept her. Jessica and the other followers respectively received criminal reprimands and community service punishments.

 Miller had her teaching certificate revoked and faced prosecution for commercial bribery. Evans was directly imprisoned, awaiting the verdict for the crime of accepting bribes. The Sterling Chable declared bankruptcy, and all assets were liquidated and auctioned off by the Department of Justice. That day, I sat in the cramped apartment and read the news bulletin from beginning to end.

 I just felt that the massive mountain pressing on my chest for 18 years was finally blasted to pieces. CHLOE, SHUT YOUR MOUTH. >> THE recording has already been synchronous uplated to the secret services cloud. Clara, you demon. I HAVE ALREADY BOWED MY HEAD AND ADMITTED MY CODE. DO YOU want >> You do not truly know you are wrong.

 You just know you are about to go to prison soon and you are scared. When you held the supplementary notice showing off in front of me, you were also very happy. Only knowing to cry now. Now it is too late. >> Clara, leave a line when being a person. Are you not afraid of facing retaliation in the future? >> Mr.

 Sterling, when you let the legal officer press my hand in the conference room, did you leave way out for me? >> Sterling stared dead at me. Do not appear in front of me again. Come one more time and I will have the Secret Service shoot you directly on charges of threatening national security. >> I see. I turned around and walked towards the back door of the cafe.

The final trial result came out in mid August. Khloe’s supplementary qualification was permanently cancelled. Her bad record of long-term bullying, spreading rumors, and bribery was loaded into the federal personal credit file, and no university is willing to accept her. Jessica and the other followers respectively received criminal reprimands and community service punishments.

Miller had her teaching certificate revoked and faced prosecution for commercial bribery. Evans was directly imprisoned, awaiting the verdict for the crime of accepting bribes. The Sterling Chable declared bankruptcy, and all assets were liquidated and auctioned off by the Department of Justice.

 That day, I sat in the cramp department and read the news bulletin from beginning to end. I just felt that the massive mountain pressing on my chest for 18 years was finally blasted to pieces. When the dedicated line of the NSA’s Elite Academy called, I was packing my luggage. Is this Miss Clara? I am the supreme by the tranquil secret service arrest.

 Your security back on check conclusion is SSS level qualified. Your early admission qualification is officially effective. Miss Clara, can you hear me? >> I can, sir. Can I still catch up with the registration this week? >> Of course. The gates of the academy are open to you at any time. >> When the dedicated line of the NSA Elite Academy called, I was packing my luggage.

 The officer on the other side sounded extremely gentle. My throat choked up for a moment. The old iron box on the table was pushed open by me. Inside lay that dog tag engraved with the presidential family badge. Mom, the mother in the photo wore a tactical vest, sporting neat short hair, her eyes sharp and bright. They failed to nail you to the pillar of shame.

I also was not trampled under their feet. I printed out the admission notice and placed it properly right in front of the photo. The official admission materials were delivered early the next morning. I ran downstairs to sign for it, my hands shaking so much I almost could not hold the pen. NSA Federal Security Agency.

 Clara, Special Intelligence Command Major. I hugged the envelope back to the room and sat at the desk for a long time. When Lily ran over to find me, I was still staring at that letter in a daysaze. Let me see it. >> As soon as she entered the door, she pounced over and shouted loudly. I handed it to her. I nodded heavily.

 She hugged me tightly, crying even fiercer than me. >> Clara, you really did it. >> I patted her shoulder. I shook my head. Yes. [laughter] I am sorry. You did not do anything wrong. I was too cowardly before. I was too afraid of the circle of Chloe and the others. I clearly secretly recorded so much evidence. Yet, I never dared to step up.

>> You gave the video to me in the end. I won’t walk away anymore in the future, either. Me, too. She wiped her tears dry and her eyes became firm. I smiled. The day before leaving for the academy, Marcus sent a car to pick me up and went to an internal monument located in Arlington.

 That was a solemn place not open to the public. There were only rows of cold numbers and dates of sacrifice. >> Here, >> Marcus pointed to a string of numbers at the highest point. I stood in front of the marble monument, my breathing stopping instantly. There was no name, but I know that is my mother. >> This is the replica of the Medal of Honor personally issued by the president, given to the family to keep.

Marcus took out a small box from his inner lining pocket and handed it to me. Inside the box was a cross metal crafted from pure gold. Marcus looked at the monument, his voice. >> The last time your mother contacted we meets the drunther mentioned you. >> What’d she say? I suddenly raised my head. >> She said her daughter is very strong willed and runs extremely fast.

 Even if she breaks her knees from falling, she does not cry. It is just that her personality is too stubborn. >> My tears could no longer be controlled. I knelt on one knee in front of the monument and spread out the NSA admission notice. After saying that, I myself laughed out loud first. Chief Evelyn, right at this moment, your daughter got into the National Security Agency.

 Marcus handed over a red classified phone. I took the phone and from the other end came a deep majestic male voice that carried a slight tremble. That was the voice that often appeared in the news broadcasts. Mom, I always felt before that to protect that high and mighty father, I could only swallow my anger in the sewer. I was afraid of others asking who my father is.

 Afraid of others saying you are shady and improper. Afraid that as soon as I open my mouth to resist it would violate the Secret Service ban telling me to live in Cogno. But now I understand. Not being able to go public does not mean one must deserving to be treated as garbage by Chebels. My biological father, the current president of the Federation.

>> Answer it. >> I gripped the phone tightly and did not call him father. >> Clara, you did very well. You did not bring shame to your mother, nor did you bring shame to this family. >> I just took back what belongs to me. >> He fell silent on the other end of the phone for a long time and sighed softly. Go put on that uniform, child.

 In the future, no one can ever force you to bow your head again. >> The phone hung up. Marcus stood aside and patted my shoulder. >> Clara, your mother would feel proud of you. >> I stood up and solemnly wore that cross medal on my chest. He nodded. Chief Marcus, I will become the most excellent agent. >> Remember the blood and tears of today.

Do not let any power bend your spine. I have carved it into my bones.