The moment the words were out, Raina Lynn had already dashed into the restroom, all semblance of composure gone.
Peach stood in the corner with her arms crossed, snickering secretly.
'Damn you, Raina Lynn. I told you I'd make you pay. You kept messing up your takes on purpose yesterday and made Laura sick. Today, I'll make you shit until you collapse from exhaustion.'
Peach muttered to herself, her scheming expression looking impossibly devious.
Laura Lowell was standing right next to Peach and had overheard some of her muttering.
"Did you drug her?"
Laura Lowell's exquisitely made-up face was perfectly calm, her tone of voice casual and nonchalant.
Peach raised her eyebrows at Laura, leaned in close, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "I secretly put some laxatives in her milk tea."
"You little rascal... you're quite clever. A promising student, indeed."
Getting praised for doing something bad—Peach was falling even more in love with her boss.
