Phoebe's POV
Harold's lips curved into a knowing smirk at my devious suggestion. "These cramped spaces don't block sound. Why don't we relocate them somewhere with proper soundproofing?"
Soundproofing would prevent them from syncing their lies perfectly.
I raised an eyebrow, my expression turning icy and ruthless. "Perfect. Let's move to a soundproof room. Anyone who won't talk gets beaten until they break."
lan was my most devoted ally. Whatever I decided to do, he'd execute it without question. If we didn't need to keep my instructor status under wraps, he'd probably be even more of a yes-man.
I could see the satisfaction on lan's face. He was probably thinking about how lucky he was to work so closely with an elite instructor.
If I weren't so determined to stay under the radar, he'd probably snap a picture and blast it in the group chat with the elite instructors just to brag.
