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Suspicious call
Andrew's POV
My eyes widened in astonishment at the position I found myself in with Sheila. It was as if time froze and I couldn't move.She didn't pull away but looked equally shocked. To my surprise, the light kiss felt incredible. Her lips were really soft, and I could smell the strawberry shampoo in her hair. The whole atmosphere ignited an unexpected spark within me, a spark that felt so divine, but everything fell apart when we heard a scream.“Get away from my brother! Do you want to hurt him?” Gwen's voice boomed loudly.She quickly pushed Sheila away and helped me stand. “Are you hurt, brother? I hope you didn't get injured?” she inquired, then turned to yell at Sheila, “How can you be so clumsy?”“Gwen, that's enough,” I tried to make her stop, but she wasn't even listening.“Is this how desperate you are? This is the only scheme you could come up with?” She kept yelling at Sheila.“Gwen, I said—”“EnoRelated chapters
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Phoebe’s POV"Has she passed out?" I asked my mom when I saw Sheila lying unconscious on the floor. Sheila was really dumb to trust my mom and come here."Not yet, but the drug is starting to work gradually on her. Soon, she'll completely pass out.""But how did you manage to drug her, Mom? I mean, didn't she switch the drinks?”Mom chuckled and smiled proudly. "I'm more experienced with this kind of thing. I knew Sheila would be suspicious and try to switch our drinks, so I planned ahead.""What did you do?" I asked, curious.Mom smiled slyly, raising her hand in front of my eyes and shaking it. I rolled my eyes, thinking she was showing off her manicure. Wait a minute…..nails! Then I noticed the strange white color on the nail of her right index finger under the sunlight.I burst out laughing. So that was how she did it. How could Sheila, that bitch, not have thought that the powder would be hidden in Mom's nails? Even though she thought she was being careful, she wouldn't have thou
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