They say a gentleman’s revenge is never too late even after ten years, but Artie is a girl, and even ten minutes feels late for her, alright!
Artie Vaughn was fuming, the culprit who slandered her best friend Whisky with the term "monetary murder" just ten minutes ago, was now quietly sleeping in the soundproof glass room.
The Devilish Lolita was angered, thinking to herself: "How can you be so shaless? Here I am so mad I want to kick the door down, and you’re just sleeping away."
Gordon Sterling and Leo Vaughn’s conversation was not Artie’s main focus.
The top priority was figuring out how to open the door to the soundproof glass room without kicking it.
Pushing, it wouldn’t move, pulling, it wouldn’t open either.
What’s up with this perfectly fine glass door causing so much trouble?
Artie quickly got into a tussle with the electric glass door.
Taking advantage of when Leo and Gordon weren’t paying attention, Artie studied the previously aggravating door handle closely.
It turned out there was a tiny electric switch on the side of the handle.
With a light press, the door automatically slid open.
Indeed, what you seek with vain efforts cos suddenly without a hitch.
The Devilish Lolita was never soone to hold grudges.
She was extrely easygoing and would coquettishly greet anyone.
She was like a silly girl, completely at others’ rcy.
But, however, but the Pouting Siren did have a life motto—it’s okay to bully , just don’t ss with my sisters!
Whenever Artie watched gangster shows, she’d always imagine herself in the role of the boss.
On the Pouting Siren, the Lolita face was real, and so was the boss’s heart, just as authentic.
Artie walked over to Sean Lowell’s side, using the most "nacing" tone in history to warn Sean: "Is it not bad enough that you bully ? Why do you bully my Sumr?"
Sean gave Artie no reaction at all, as if he didn’t hear any sound, smiling serenely in his sleep as he faced his dream world.
Sean’s smile was exceedingly pure.
He looked just like an innocent child, eagerly anticipating a Christmas gift from Santa, sleeping peacefully.
That smile was too lethal, making the Pouting Siren incredibly frustrated: "When you’re awake, you’re a rascal, and when you sleep, why pretend to be cute?"
The Devilish Lolita’s sense of justice, that big brother’s heart, unexpectedly exploded without any restraint.
Artie quickly made up her mind for a site-specific revenge plan.
A glance found two large kettles filled with mouthwash tea.
Common sense indicated one had clean mouthwash, and the other probably contained used wash.
Artie put her little hand in her mouth and bit it.
Three seconds later, the gnawed thumb didn’t help her discern which one held the clean mouthwash.
This won’t do!
If she couldn’t figure out which one hadn’t been drunk from, Artie wouldn’t be able to accurately use the other kettle for revenge!
The Pouting Siren failed to tell the difference, pursed her little mouth, and then made a small decision.
One kettle in the left hand, one in the right.
She walked towards the spot where Sean was drunkenly asleep.
"Do you have any idea how bad you are? Clearly, you’re not a good person, yet you pretended to be so agreeable at past events. How dare you sleep here so soundly?" Artie’s left hand poured water over Sean’s head.
Then, the kettle in Artie’s right hand was ready to splash on his face the mont Sean woke up.
Artie had already thought of the lines: "I gave you such fine wine, and that’s not ’monetary murder,’ splashing you with water, now that’s ’monetary murder’! Understand the difference now?"
To Artie’s disappointnt, after the first kettle of tea was poured, Sean had no reaction.
The sensation of hitting cotton with a punch was truly frustrating.
So annoying!
Artie steeled the gangster heart hidden in her 36D chest: "I just don’t believe two kettles of water can’t wake you up!"
Artie put down the kettle, contentedly poked her little hand.
Even though she couldn’t wake this pretending-to-be-great guy up, soaking him with his own used mouthwash was still quite satisfying.
At this level, it has to be said that it avenged Sumr a little, right?
"Call an ambulance!" Gordon’s heavenly voice had never been so fierce until that mont.
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