CHAPTER 10: SLAP

"By the way, I just wanted to let you know that we didn't beg those boys to come with us," Cristine said sweetly, a trace of mocking in her voice. "Why don't you invite them to join you for a meal?" “Maybe they'll say yes," Cristine's tune was tinged with schadenfreude; she sounded like she was digging a hole for someone. Her voice had a pleasant edge to it, as if she was enticing someone to listen to what she had to say.

In a flash, her tone became harsh. "What made you go silent?" “Have you cut your tongue?" Cristine's eyes narrowed as she looked at them. It's not nice to converse with someone who is mute.

"I-I am the granddaughter of the school's owner. Where did you get the confidence to speak ill of us?" The girl, too, stuttered a little. She's attempting to maintain her composure in order to appear confident. That i