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Classes had ended. Roxanne parked her car by the side of the road.
After getting out of the car, she pulled herself together and quickly walked to the school gate to wait for the
children to come out.
Parents arrived one after another.
Soon, Roxanne was drowned in the crowd.
Ophelia had been waiting at the corner of the street for a long time. After making sure that Roxanne could not see
her, she tiptoed out quietly.
She continued observing the surroundings while approaching Roxanne’s car furtively.
Besides wearing a hat and a mask, she even put on a pair of sunglasses in the evening.
Passersby could not help but cast curious glances at her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFortunately, everyone did not pay much attention to her as they were in a hurry to pick up their children.
Quickly, Ophelia stood right next to Roxanne’s car.
She crouched by the car and ran her fingers through the tires as if she was checking her vehicle.
She then secretly took a small bottle of lubricant from her bag and reached for the disc brake of a wheel.
The disc brake was tucked away in a hidden spot, so Ophelia had to spend a lot of effort sticking the lubricant into
the narrow space. At one point, she nearly had to lie on the ground.
Just as she was about to unscrew the cap of the lubricant and pour it on, she suddenly heard heavy footsteps
approaching.
The sound of footsteps ceased as they reached her side.
Ophelia instantly froze right there, and her heart sank in dread.
Lucian’s indifferent voice rang out from above her head. “Ms. Smith, are you busy with something?”
Ophelia clenched her fist, spewing the lubricant all over the chassis of the vehicle. Some even splashed on her face.
Ophelia subconsciously wanted to wipe the lubricant off, but before she could do it, someone grabbed her and
yanked her out from below.
With a face covered in lubricant, Ophelia was overwhelmed with embarrassment and guilt. She lowered her head
and said, “Ms. Smith? I think you got the wrong person…”
Before she could finish her sentence, the man extended his masculine palm and tore off her mask, exposing
Ophelia’s face in public.
“Hey, what are you doing? Don’t take my things! I’m not Ms. Smith. You got the wrong person!” She panicked and
tried to grab her mask and sunglasses, but she was no match for a few men who had already closed in around her.
In an attempt to hide her face, she raised her hand, but one of the men quickly grabbed her arm and forcefully
pulled it away, leaving her immobilized.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe man said, “You’re not? Does that mean I’m talking to a ghost right now?”
Looking at her struggling like a clown for a while, Lucian’s eyes gradually darkened. “Take a look at what’s on Ms.
Smith’s face!”
The bodyguards stepped forward to study her face and then got back to Lucian with an answer. “It’s some kind of
lubricant, Mr. Farwell.”
Lucian’s and Ophelia’s faces changed simultaneously.
Struck dumb, Ophelia kept shaking her head, wanting to explain, but she was bereft of words.
She instantly recalled what had happened to Aubree when the latter had laid her finger on Roxanne.
She could not help but imagine the torture Lucian would inflict upon her now that she was in his grasp.
“Don’t you know what the liquid is?” Lucian grabbed her chin so forcefully that it might crack in seconds.
Overwhelmed by the domineering aura he exuded, Ophelia could only widen her eyes in fear.
“Drink it, and tell me what this is!” Lucian raised his voice.
The bodyguard standing beside him handed him the bottle of lubricant.
Seeing Lucian approaching her with the lubricant, Ophelia collapsed and cried, “All right! All right! It’s lubricant! It’s
lubricant!”
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