The ladies stabbed Mr Fin's back with their murderous stares as he strolled away without sparing them another glance.
"I swear I will make that witch pay for today's embarrassment," Sophie grunted, her fists clenched.
"He was able to stop today's incident but let's see whether he will be able to stop me from spilling the secret I know," Tiffany grumbled.
"Secret?" Sophie asked. She tilted her head and peered at the face of the lady by her side.
"What secret are you talking about?" Sophie demanded.
"You will find out about that in due time but before that let's get out of here. I am afraid I might just kill someone else if I remain here," Tiffany charged.
Nora, who was the least hurt among the four girls, ran to the side of the lady who almost fell after she stumbled on her legs.
"Are you right Tiff,?" Nora quizzed her eyeballs fixed on Tiffany's squeezed expression.
"Nothing. I am just wondering why the damn wounds are taking a long time to heal," She lied and leaned on Nora's right hand for support.
"Let's go," Tiffany urged. She was too ashamed to spend a minute thereafter she got a glimpse of her burnt jacket and trouser.
Her anger rose again for the neon time that day.
The four ladies who were always inseparable parted their ways at the place where their various drivers parked their cars.
"Let's talk later ok," Sophie suggested to Tiffany who hadn't said a word until they got there.
"We will see about that," Tiffany replied nonchalantly. She lowered her head so that she wasn't looking at the lady whose car happened to be close to hers.
"Let's go," she commanded the driver in a black hoodie. She was too engrossed in covering up her ugly wounds and didn't spare the one handling the steering wheel glance.
It wasn't until five minutes after Tiffany left the campus gate that she raised her head and scrutinized her surroundings.
"This is not the way home so where are we going?" Tiffany frowned, her deadly glares shot at the man's back of the head.
The first thing she noticed as she glared at him was the black hoodie he wore and the reading glasses held firmly to his nose bridge.
[Ellis always wore a suit. He is so used to this style that he couldn't change his style of outfit even after I complained about it... so who is this guy in front of me?... And why is it that I can't perceive his scent?]
Tiffany's claws shot out the instant she realised that something was off about the person handling the steering.
"I just asked where we are going so why aren't you saying anything?" She mumbled and slowly lifted her hands without arousing the attention of the guy whose focus was on the narrow road.
"And now!" She announced and moved her claws to his neck. Tiffany thought she caught the guy unawares not knowing that the guy had already seen through her plans from the onset.
"I don't know whom you work for or the reason you were sent to kidnap me but let me tell you something...," Tiffany smirked evilly as she dug her two claws into the guy's flawless skin.
She had planned to show him the severity of his actions by inflicting pain on him but the guy handling the steering did not whimper nor did he step on the brake.
He drove on as if nothing was going on despite the blood that dripped from the freshly inflicted wound on his neck.
"You are wrong if my condition right now made you assume I was an easy target...,"
"Even without being in this state I wouldn't have had difficulties capturing you so there is no need to act all defensive Miss Noel," The guy spoke unfazed by what was going on around him.
"Also, I had no intentions of hurting you but at the moment I can't guarantee that if you keep this up...,"
"Cut out with that bullshit and tell me who you are?" Tiffany yelled and dug her claws deeper into his skin.
"Someone wants to talk with you and I will make sure to drive you home after that...,"
"That wasn't my question," Tiffany roared. She grabbed the hoodie cap and pulled it off his head.
Her jaw dropped the instant she got a glimpse of the face of the guy who just applied brakes to the car.
Tiffany lost her hold of the hoodie guy's clothes and fell back due to the violent jerking of the car to a stop.
"Fuck!... that hurts," Tiffany whined, her hand tightly clutching her bruised right hand.
"See, I told you to relax and sit back," the guy murmured. He tilted his head and peered at the lady whose squeezed forehead hadn't eased up.
Tiffany pulled herself together when she saw the way Chris stared at her.
"Chris, how come it's you...no, I mean, aren't you and His Majesty inseparable so what are you still doing in the Kingdom when his Majesty is not around?" Tiffany asked, her suspicious glances glued on Chris' face.
"You can ask whatever question that is on your mind when we get to our destination but aside there... expect no answers from me," Chris replied and shifted his gaze to the road ahead of them.
He ignited the car and drove off without paying attention to Tiffany whose doubtful looks were still glued on him.
Some minutes later Chris' car was seen speeding on a lonely road surrounded by bushes.
Despite not knowing Chris' exact destination Tiffany didn't ask questions nor did she panic.
For some reason, she felt relaxed and clear-headed.
After what felt like forever, the black car screeched to a stop on a lonely pathway.
"Where are we?" Tiffany mumbled. She looked to her right and then to her left.
The only thing she saw was bushes.
If she wasn't a hardhearted girl she would have been overcome by fear that Chris brought her to this dreadful place to harm her.
"We are here," Chris announced. He peered at her confused expression through the ear mirror.
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