"Arghhh!!! Who dared to do that?” Cherry screamed out in both shock and surprise, thankfully there was birthday music playing in the background so her scream wasn't heard that much. "Hey! Don't scream so much, birthday girl,” A young girl with brown bouncy hair packed in two buns said to Cherry as she rolled her eyes. She was just as sassy as Cherry. Cherry turned to her best friend and scolded her. “Why won't I scream when you scared the soul out of me, Mika, don't do that again, or else my payback will be twice as much,” Cherry threatened, completely forgetting the moments when she was impatiently waiting for her best friend, Mika. "Blah blah blah,” Mika mimicked Cherry. “You say it like you were ever successful in scaring the freak out of me, haha,” Mika giggled before her brown eyes scanned Cherry’s birthday dress. “But damn, baby girl, you look like a princess from the Disney magic world brought to reality on this day. Where did you get your dress from? It looks so pretty
The waitress got into the kitchen after instructing one of the cleaners in the Yates mansion to clean up the drink that spilled on the floor. Thankfully the glass didn't fall off the tray and only got to spill out the juice. She took out her phone and made a call. Once the call got connected, the person on the other end of the line didn't wait for her to speak before throwing a barrage of questions into her ear. "It's five minutes now, have you gotten the job done? Is she drunk now? Have the drugs started working on her? And why can't I find her anywhere?” Vanessa asked, her dark gaze roaming around the sitting room filled with affluent men as she hid in a corner where no one would find her. "M-ma’am,” The waitress called out in a stutter. "What is it? Did get the job done or not!” Vanessa’s malicious voice boomed into the waitress's ear, causing her to shudder at it. Vanessa could already feel that something must have gone wrong. The waitress was sure that her madam w
After having some moments of silent tears on her side, the waitress heard some footsteps drawing towards the kitchen and she quickly rose to her feet, pretending to be busy with arranging the glass cups on the cabinet in the kitchen on the tray. The person approaching peeked into the kitchen stealthily, trying to make sure no one took notice of her because she had now changed into a similar uniform to the waitresses in the mansion. A long-sleeved white shirt and a high-waist black skirt with long white socks then black flat shoes. She had dark hair and she made sure most of it fell over her face to hide her appearance from the eyes of most people who might recognize her. "Um..do you need some glasses? Here, you can take this and make sure to fill them up with some juice or wine,” She said to her fellow colleague whom she couldn't quite recognize as her eyes squinted on her colleague's face, trying to know if she had seen her before. "Have I met you here before? I thought Mr.
"Oh yes! Aunty, please can we get moving now?” Cherry asked, Eddie. "Yesss,” Eddie giggled a little as they all left the kitchen in a hurry. After Edward saw that the bartender was left alone with no one close in his proximity, Edward walked over to meet him. "Did you give him the exact same wine I showed you?” Edward asked the bartender in a hushed tone as he leaned forward on the bar table. "Yes, I did, Sir. But what was the drink for?” The bartender was curious. "It's none of your business,” Edward said rudely. "If you gave it to him then why isn't he reacting as I expected?” Edward asked but it was more like he was asking himself. "I don't know, sir. I gave him the same wine you said I should give to him in case he asks for a glass of wine during the ongoing celebration,” The bartender shrugged, cause he was sure the wine that was given to Bruce Yates was the right one. Edward darted his gaze to where Bruce stood at a far distance among the crowd, next to some of his
"Stay here, let me get a glass of water for you. It would make you feel better,” Stacy said to Bruce who was groaning on the bed before turning to leave. Bruce quickly grabbed Stacy’s hand before she could walk two feet away from him. "Please make it quick. And also got some Aspirin tablets for me. My head is aching so badly,” Bruce groaned as he moved uncomfortably on the bed with his other still on his forehead. The banging in his head was becoming unbearable to him and he felt his eyelids slowly closing. "Okay, I will be back soon,” Stacy said to Bruce and he gradually released her wrist as his hand fell to the side of the bed. She anxiously ran out of the room to get the glass of water for him. "She has left the room,” Olivia whispered to Edward as they sneaked out of their room not too far from Bruce's door once they saw Stacy walking out of the room in a hurry. Olivia wasn't seen in the part except for Edward because she had remained in her room right from the b
"Great! She gave it to her, now what?” Cherry asked Eddie with her hand on her hips. "We can exchange the juice with another one, right?” Mika inquired. "Yes, that's a good idea,” Cherry agreed. "Don't you think we should just tell your mum about it than go through all these processes?” Eddie asked, not knowing why the kids chose to switch the glass cup with another glass of juice. " I don't want too many people to find out that my Ex-mother is here. We would just switch the juice and she would believe that my mummy drank the right one which she had drugged not knowing it was switched with another. Then we can figure out a way to get her out of my birthday party before my cake arrives. We don't have much time with us now,” Cherry planned out. Eddie nodded and saw one of her colleagues walking past her with a tray of juice. Eddie quickly stopped her. "Zara, can I have a glass of juice from the tray? One of the guests is asking for it,” Eddie lied which made Cherry a
"Quick help me lift him up so I can bring it out before she comes back here,” Olivia whispered, and Edward tried turning Bruce's body over so Olivia could take it. "Damn! His body is so heavy! Like, what does he eat? Or is it the extra muscles he has that's making him so hard to flip over?” Edward complained as he struggled to move Bruce. "You are a man, Eddy. So stop complaining and turn him over now,” Olivia urged and, at the same time thought inwardly. “When and how did he even put that there?” Olivia wondered as she grumbled. "Okay. Once I turn him, you pull it out, okay?” Edward asked and Olivia nodded, getting herself ready to pull it. Edward dragged a sharp breath and turned Bruce. Olivia quickly climbed the bed and pulled out the document but their eyes stretched wide when they stared at the half document in Olivia’s hand. "What did you do, Mom?” Edward exclaimed. "I said 'Pull’ it, not 'Tear’ it!” He yelled at her furiously. "You said you can do it, now take a
"He did a good job there. So young yet, intimidating and smart. I don't think I can ever get her scared the same way he managed to,” Eddie thought as she chuckled more. When Stacy entered Bruce's room, she went straight to the drawer and brought out the pills Bruce had asked for to help reduce his headache. "Stacy?” Bruce groaned, his dark lashes fluttering open as he struggled to sit up on the bed. "Yes, sir. It's me, I've gotten the pills for you but I brought a glass of juice instead of the water,” Using his strength, Bruce's voice came out deep and forced as he struggled to speak up like he normally did. "No worries. Just pass me the pills and a glass of juice. I will have them now, my head feels like a battling field with a lot of drums playing in there,” He grumbled, trying to sit up on the bed. Stacy placed the juice on the bedside table and rushed to his side to help support him so he could lean on the headrest of the bed. At the same time, she heard the door