After a few rings, the call got connected and Piper chuckled like a demon before she spoke.
"Congratulations, but you still can’t be with him."
"What are you talking about, Piper?" Mulan’s voice sounded from the other end.
"Oh please, spare that display of ignorance. We both know you bombed the plane, so stop acting cheap and own up to your doings, girl."
"So what if I did, what if I didn’t? You want to tattle-tale to Maverick?" Mulan asked With a raised brow.
"Hahaha... only if I was interested or saw you as a threat to ."
"Then why did you call? Are you feeling pity for that vixen?!"
"As far as the word ’vixen’ is concerned, it’s your title, so don’t try to shift it to soone else. What I feel for that girl is none of your business..."
"Then why the hell are you calling , Piper?!"
"Don’t yell at , you murderer! Just because of one person, you bombed the whole plane and killed 300 people and you still have the face to exist?"
"Piper, please, don’t play the holy card with . If I rember correctly, you just drowned an actress yesterday for ’stealing’ your role, so what right do you have to stand on a pedestal and judge ?"
A villainous laughter tore through Piper’s throat, "Don’t get wrong, Mulan, right? I have never claid to be a nice person, I don’t stay behind children to perpetrate evil, unlike you. Which is why I called you to confirm. Now that I’ve gotten the evidence that you killed my brother’s wife, I’ll hold tightly onto it and use it when you try to double–cross again because you are too small to dare ." she said before she disconnected the call.
A small smirk played on Piper’s lips. Her face turned villainous as she rembered the pictures of Jeslyn boarding the Plane that was sent to her.
Just like her mother, Piper also sent people after Jeslyn’s life, and ’boom’ she was killed, just like a chicken. However, Piper knew that she didn’t ask her people to use a rocket but a bomb, that was why she called Mulan, knowing that aside from her and her mom, Mulan was the third person that would want Jeslyn dead.
Now that it seems Mulan was the culprit, Piper wouldn’t let Maverick carry out the investigation before she would sacrifice Mulan. She was afraid that her involvent would be discovered, so exposing Mulan would be better for them all... Killing three birds with one stone.
"Hahahaha..." she laughed.
"Piper, I think you should take things easy for now. You are at the most delicate point of your career. It wouldn’t be good for the dia to catch a stain on you. The company isn’t grooming only you..."
"Enough with the nagging! I don’t need it right now." Piper hissed and glared at her Manager
Manager Sarafina only shook her head and said nothing else. Piper had always been like this to her, treating her like she was trash despite being one of the sought-after managers in the entertainnt industry.
Because of Piper, the thirty-five-year-old lady couldn’t take in another artist and was only focused on Piper for five years now. She was already getting fed up with Piper’s Shenanigans and hoped that her appeal for retirent would be granted soon.
Piper, oblivious to what Sarafina was thinking, sent the call record between her and Mulan to Maverick. She smiled after seeing the ’check mark’ on the ssage. Scrolling through their conversation, Piper sighed.
All the ssages were those she sent to Maverick which he never bothered to reply to. No matter how desperate she sounded in her texts, even though it was a call for help or an ergency ssage, Maverick never responded.
"Brother, when will you learn to treat like you should?" She asked as she caressed the words she used to save his na ’older brother’. Her fingers stroked the words several tis as longing flashed in her eyes for a brief mont before her beautiful face turned cold again.
...
At Mulan’s ho...
Mulan was seen in casual wear coming out of her room and heading to the sitting room. She paused on her steps when she saw a visitor, a person she never thought would ever show himself around her ever again, sitting on her couch.
"Wh– what are you–" Mulan stuttered. She was too shocked to get words out of her mouth.
"I ca to see you, is there a problem? I’m not a killer, so relax. Hehehe..." Although the visitor said that, Mulan knew he was a deceiver, so she raised her guard even higher after hearing that.
"Hehehe... your muscles are tense. You need a light touch to help you soften up," He suggested.
"Th– thank you, I’ll take care of–"
"Mulan, you should know I don’t take rejections lightly. You wouldn’t want to get mad, no?" He raised a brow with a smile on his sexy pink lips.
"I– I’m sorry."
"It’s fine, we make mistakes. Co have a seat and let give you a massage," he offered while still smiling.
Mulan didn’t take an inch from her spot. How could she trust this person with her body?
Seeing this, he narrowed his eyes at her with a smile still lingering on his lips. "Mulaaan?" He stretched her na with his teeth joined.
"Y–yes," Mulan walked stiffly to the pink couch and stood beside him.
The young man grabbed Mulan’s wrist in a swift move and pulled her to sit on his lap. With Mulan facing him, he bead at her, his eyes turning crescent.
"You know," he started with his fingers on Mulan’s stiff shoulders. "I hate it when you beco a wet chicken." He looked at Mulan’s face and sighed tiredly.
"Look in the eyes," he commanded with his fingers digging into Mulan’s clavicle.
Mulan whimpered. It hurts but the man didn’t look like he was doing it intentionally because his face still held an innocent smile.
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