Chapter 868 Toxic Powder
So this desk is going to be Arielle’s soon, huh?
Fine. Isn’t she famous on the internet because of her looks? I’ll make sure she’ll get a face no one ever dares to look at!
Queenie then began scavenging through her suitcase. Soon, she found a bottle of light yellow powder, and she evenly scattered it across the desk.
Her desk was different from the others as she had custom-made it. The desk was made with figured elm wood.
Once the powder fell into the grooves, it was camouflaged. Without a closer look, no one would notice it.
Just a little contact with the powder would make one’s skin itch and rot. Without a special kind of antidote, the skin would be disfigured permanently.
Queenie coldly smirked. When she fantasized about how disfigured Arielle was going to be, her spirits lifted.
With an arrogant scoff, she took her suitcase and sneaked out of the office.
After leaving the hospital, Queenie tried calling Donovan again.
Nevertheless, no one picked up.
Darn it! What the hell is Donovan doing?
Has he forgotten everything I’ve told him this afternoon?
Just as Queenie was about to storm her way to the school, Donovan suddenly called back.
The fury in her dissipating, she asked, “Why didn’t you pick up my call just now?”
“I was showering,” came his curt reply, but somehow it sounded alluring to Queenie’s ears.
All of a sudden, she thought about that long night they had when they were under the influence of drugs.
She had to admit that Donovan was indeed great in bed, and she was starting to miss it.
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