Zoe pulled her hand away, nodding like a pecking chicken: "I know, say no more, isn’t Lucas Patel still in your hands? Even if I don’t care about my own life, I won’t disregard his. You know, I’ve had a crush on him for so many years. As long as he’s well, I’m willing to do anything you ask."
As soon as Lucas Patel was ntioned, Cherry Lewis’s expression relaxed, and she even tossed the porcelain piece away.
Indeed, Lucas Patel is in her grasp, there’s no fear that Zoe wouldn’t comply.
"Since you’re so obedient, how can I, as your sister, not care for you? How about this, let’s invite Lucas Patel over for dinner at our place so day, and you can take the chance to confess your feelings. What’s the point in having a crush if you never tell?"
"No no no, there’s no need!"
Zoe’s face turned white as if deeply shocked, retreating constantly: "I don’t want him to know, and I’m not ready for a relationship right now. If he finds out I’ve been ruining soone else’s marriage, he’ll hate ."
"Oh, you care about him so much, huh!"
Cherry Lewis laughed darkly, her tone indescribably smug: "Then you better behave, or I’ll tell him all about your misdeeds. You wouldn’t want him to see you as a disgusting howrecker, would you?"
"Please, sister, spare , I’ll definitely listen to you!"
"That’s more like it. Now go do the laundry. If you dare ruin my clothes again this ti, I’ll invite Lucas Patel over to see you make a fool of yourself!"
"Yes, yes."
Zoe nodded subserviently, fearfully bowed, and headed to the bathroom to do laundry.
She closed the bathroom door, breathed a sigh of relief, and her feigned anxiety vanished, her eyes began to shine again.
Ruin Cherry Lewis’s clothes, and she could see Lucas Patel?
She looked at the pile of dirty clothes in the basket, chuckling to herself.
It’s been a long ti since she last saw Lucas Patel, she almost forgot what he looks like.
She picked up one of Cherry Lewis’s garnts, and with force, "rip" — a tear ford in the nightgown.
Zoe fumbled around the washbasin’s bottom for a while until she pulled out a packet of powder, dissolved it in water, and soaked Cherry Lewis’s clothes, gazing expectantly.
If Cherry Lewis bullied her excessively, she’d add a little extra to her clothes.
This powder would make people feel itchy and uncomfortable, the effect lasting a day.
Zoe hid the powder again, tapped her head: "Oh, Zoe, you are so bad!"
She muttered a couple of phrases, soaked the clothes, then turned around to shower.
After bathing, she put on rubber gloves, wrung out the clothes, dried them in the dryer, then neatly folded them, and carried them upstairs to place them in Cherry Lewis’s designated dressing room.
A lot of Cherry Lewis’s clothes were actually not ant to be washed, but to make it hard for Zoe, she insisted on having them hand-washed even though they’d ruin.
Thus, many of the clothes in her dressing room were already misshapen, discolored, and unwearable.
Zoe looked at the room full of her handiwork and nodded satisfactorily, heading to her room to sleep.
At seven in the morning the next day, Zoe’s door was knocked resoundingly.
"Zoe, get out here! Why does my good nightgown have a tear in it?"
Zoe pulled the quilt over her head, clearly indifferent to the shouting outside the door, continuing her sleep.
"Not coming out, huh? Wait for it, I’m calling Lucas Patel right now to let him see the state you’re in!"
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