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“Oh~ Her sleeping posture is ridiculous.” Estela’s low remarked made me smirked.
I retrained from snickering at the sight of Sophia’s sleeping position. She was lying on her back, mouth parted, and snores periodically disturbed the stillness. Both her arms were above her head, and her legs were separated from each other in wide gaps.
She looks like a frog that’s about to be dissected.
Estela brought out something from her thigh, and I was surprised to found it was a customize foldable camera.
Now I know why she can hide that thing.
“Estela, what are you doing?” I hissed, keeping my voice as low as possible.
“Taking pictures. You know, to blackmail her later. I think we should undress her and have a vibrator stuck in her pu––”
“Okay, that’s enough out of you.”
“Shhh . . . you guys keep your voice down. I’m working here,” Zoe hushed us, and with the utmost caution, she placed the cream on Sophia’s eyebrows. Sophia remained unmoved and very much asleep like she was hibernating or something.
Zoe’s shoulders trembled as she controlled her laughter.
“I can’t wait for her debut next week . . . *snort . . . Just thinking about . . . *snort . . . how shiny bald she is . . . Ahahaha.” Zoe clamped her mouth with one hand while another held her stomach in a desperate attempt to contain her laughter to a minimum.
This girl has issues.
“Hey, you guys . . . come here~.”
“What is it?” I tiptoed to Sophia’s closet to where Estela was, and a stunning enchanted flowery dress blinded my eyes.
“Her dress for the debut . . . ,” Zoe exclaimed in a hushed tone. A broad smile almost ripped her lips.
“What are you doing?” I asked when Zoe roamed around the room in search of something.
“Searching for a scissor,” she hummed.
This girl is pure evil!
I pressed my lips to suppressed my grin as I helped her hunt for anything sharp.
“Estela, don’t just stand there. Help us search.” I nudged Estela’s arm when I noticed that she was just staring at the dress.
“I have a better idea. Help me~,” she said and raised her dress, pulling out a small metal object from her thigh.
Does she have a magical pouch in there that things magically pop out?
I held my breath when Estela pressed that metal object and out a small knife.
“Whoa. Awesome. Now we can rip her dress.” Zoe rubbed her hands together. Her blue eyes glint deviously.
“Silly~. We’re not going to rip the dress.”
“We’re not?” I asked.
“Of course not. We are going to do much more than that in front of everybody on the day of her debut.” Estela smirked. “Come on, help me, and raise the dress.”
Zoe and I glanced at each other before we obeyed Estela’s every instruction without a word.
“Alright, we’re done.” After a few slashes here and there, Estela got up and wiped the invisible sweat from her forehead.
“What have you done exactly?” I looked at the still intact dress. It was still the same as the first time I saw it.
“You’ll see.” Estela smiled knowingly.
“Zoe, where are you going?” I called when Zoe zoomed into a room that appeared to be the bathroom.
“Give me a second.”
What’s that girl up to now?
I followed Zoe into the bathroom and saw the girl squeezed half of the content of the bottled shampoo into the drain and stuffed a hair removing cream inside that bottle.
This girl’s hatred runs deep!
“Alright, let’s go to that two face bitch’s room.” Zoe stood to his feet, and we followed her into her step mother’s bedroom in silence.
Zoe unlocked the master’s bedroom, and we tiptoed inside. We then hovered in front of the sleeping face of Emma and Arnold Collin.
We glanced at each other –– grinning in mischievousness.
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