None of the girls were downstairs and she concluded they must have already retired to their rooms.
A wave of relief washed over her, but it quickly faded as a prickling sensation crept up her spine. She could feel eyes on her, sharp and watchful, tracking her every movent.
"Where are you going?" Avery questioned.
Avery was the last person she wanted to catch in a mont like this. Although Anastasia hadn’t succeeded with her move yet, it felt like Avery already knew what she was up to.
Anastasia tensed at Avery’s voice, her heart skipping a beat. She had hoped for a mont of peace, but it seed Avery was always lurking, waiting for her to make a mistake. The subtle threat in Avery’s words was clear. Anastasia didn’t respond imdiately, her mind racing with the fear that Avery might expose her, as she had done before.
"I was going to the kitchen," Anastasia lied, heading towards the kitchen now.
Avery narrowed her eyes on her in suspicion.
Anastasia casually walked into the kitchen while Avery’s gaze continued to linger on her back. She opened up the fridge and brought out a jar of water, poured it into a cup before making eye contact with Avery.
"Are you going to stand there and watch drink?" Anastasia questioned.
Looking at Avery’s face still made her blood boil, especially after the latter’s confession earlier. All she wanted to know was to grab a knife and make an artwork out of her.
Avery squinted her eyes at Anastasia, wondering what the latter could be up to. It’s not every day she sees Anastasia out at night in the kitchen, casually grabbing a glass of water for herself.
She silently wished the latter was up to sothing that would only get her into trouble.
"If you’re planning to do sothing stupid and get caught, I’ll be laughing in your face. You’ve been punished severely since the first day you got here. Aren’t you tired of that?" Avery questioned as if she was a concerned friend who worried for Anastasia. "Anyway, you can go ahead and do whatever you have in mind. Just get caught, okay?"
Avery waved at Anastasia, very childishly with a smile similar to a clown’s stretching on her lips before she decided to leave.
Anastasia didn’t want to take any risks of leaving just imdiately. She waited a few minutes after hearing the soft click of Avery’s door closing.
As if that wasn’t enough, Anastasia climbed the stairs and checked Avery’s room to be sure the door wasn’t open and the girl wasn’t hidden sowhere around the corners, watching her.
When she’d confird Avery was indeed in her room, Anastasia headed back downstairs. There was only half an hour left before their curfew began. The henchn would check their rooms to be sure none of them had escaped.
If they checked hers and she wasn’t there, she would be in big trouble.
Anastasia gulped down her saliva with great difficulty as she pushed her legs to go to Samantha’s room.
Anastasia took her steps with great precision because the house was made of wood and if she wasn’t careful, it would make a creaking sound.
Although it was obvious no one was around, Anastasia still needed to be careful.
When she saw that Samantha’s room wasn’t as guarded as she’d thought it would be, she subconsciously released a huge sigh of relief.
Anastasia searched for the caras, watching the angles they were monitoring. When it turned, about to scan the area she was, her heart leaped out of her chest.
Quickly, she glued her body to the wall, nearly making it her second skin until the CCTV cara had turned elsewhere.
"Maybe this was a bad idea?" She wondered, her hand placed on her chest as she tried to calm her racing heartbeat.
She glanced at the door and shook her head. She was already close to her goal and she wasn’t going to stop midway.
Anastasia placed her hand on the doorknob, voicing out prayers that the door wasn’t locked. Because if it was locked, there was no way she would ever dare to break in unless she was courting death.
Just when she twisted the doorknob while still praying, she heard the soft click as the door opened. She lightly pushed it open, peeking her head inside to be sure no one was inside.
When she confird it, she scanned behind her to be sure no one was watching, especially Avery.
When she confird that also, she swiftly slipped between the little crack she’d created and closed the door imdiately behind her with the sa soft click.
Anastasia stared at the room and couldn’t help but be awed at how large it was. Anastasia was sure tis five of her room could fit into Samantha’s room.
Anastasia’s gaze lingered on the towering five-inch heel, feeling an odd sense of unease. Samantha’s room, with its pristine decor and luxurious items, stood in stark contrast to the cold, barren spaces she’d been confined to. It was as if the room reflected Samantha’s personality—carefully curated, yet sharp and unattainable.
Anastasia couldn’t help but wonder how soone could live so freely, surrounded by such extravagance, while she had beco nothing more than a pawn in a ga she had no control over.
She quickly reminded herself she wasn’t there to admire the beauty of the room. She was there to see if she could find any information regarding the factory she would be getting transferred to.
Anastasia headed for the drawers placed under the vanity mirror. She opened every one of them with care, hoping not to spoil anything.
Anastasia searched but didn’t see anything that could be useful. She didn’t want to think that Samantha might not have any docunts regarding the factory in her room.
There had to be sothing in there.
As she continued her search, she didn’t forget to keep everything back in its place so nothing would be left out.
Anastasia went to the closet and opened the drawers. She saw so files and opened them. Her eyes nearly popped out of her sockets when she read the words written on it.
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