She was still fuming over the fact that Beryl Lin had managed to show off right in front of her and actually pulled it off.
Calling it a lifelong humiliation wouldn't be an exaggeration.
The more Bonnie thought about it, the tighter her little face tensed.
Unforgivable.
She had to get back at her.
Charlie caught her expression, raised a brow, and said casually, "If you don't go, I'll dismantle 089."
Bonnie: "???"
She snapped her head up. "Charlie!"
089 toddled over from the kitchen on its short legs, clinging to Charlie's leg with a soft, childlike voice. "Master, please don't dismantle me."
Unmoved, the cold and heartless Charlie simply asked, "So, are you going or not?"
"You devil!"
Bonnie hung up her phone, marched over, and pried 089's tiny hands off him. "Don't beg this bad man. He doesn't have a heart!"
The little robot sounded pitiful. "Master, when are we going back to Daddy's house?"
