Chapter 3

"Freya, tonight I want to introduce you to my childhood friends. You have no idea how jealous they are that I have you as my girlfriend," Harry said.

He held me close and then pretended to be worried. "By the way, do you remember Sharon?"

I stifled a cold laugh. "I remember. Is she coming too?"

Harry scratched his head awkwardly. "You know I don't really keep in touch with her. But we invited everyone we know. If we didn't invite her, people would gossip."

He hugged me and tried to coax me. "Don't be mad. I won't talk to her. Let's just treat her like she's not even there, okay?"

I felt disgusted. I pushed him away without expression and stared at him for two minutes, catching the tiniest flicker of guilt on his face. Acting against someone so skilled wasn't easy.

I pretended to be annoyed. "Fine, let her come. I can't embarrass you in front of your friends."

While he made calls to gather people, I secretly searched all the pockets and luggage. At last, I found a one-fluid-ounce bottle of drug tucked inside a shoe cover in his suitcase. One fluid ounce was enough to take down ten people.

I poured the drug into an empty cosmetic bottle, filled it with water, and returned it to its place.

Harry was in the yard speaking softly with his parents. I saw his mother cover her mouth as she laughed, telling him not to worry. She assured him that no matter what happened upstairs, they would be fast asleep and wouldn't hear a thing. Perfect. That put me at ease.

I took the tea from the luggage and brewed a pot in the old, yellowed teapot, preparing the finest tea for them.

Soon, nine people arrived. Sharon was the only female. They all acted without manners, grabbing cherries from the table without greeting. This was my first time dealing with these brats.

I raised an eyebrow and asked Harry, neatly dressed, "Are these all your old friends?"

Sharon felt insulted and lifted her chin. "We grew up playing together with Harry. You're an heiress from Syrinth, so it is normal to look down on people like us from the countryside."

A man named Ronald Mills glanced at me while holding a cigarette. "City women are all fake. Don't come crying and begging us later."

Several of them could barely hide their excitement, sizing me up as if I were standing naked before them. Their looks were raw and disgusting.

I looked at the empty plate of cherries and finally saw Harry for who he really was. A pile of rotten mud might cling to a wall for a while, but in the end, it still sank into the stinking sludge. He was rotten to the bone.

I turned cold eyes on Harry. "What do your friends mean by that? I actually wanted to treat them well. I made gold Earl Grey tea that costs 20 thousand dollars per pound. Who is looking down on whom now? Since they all look down on me, I'm leaving. Don't let me block your view."

I grabbed my bag and headed for the bedroom. Harry rushed to stop me and said, "Freya, don't listen to them. People from the countryside are harsh with words. They're not targeting you."

He turned to Sharon and said, "Hurry and pour tea for Freya to apologize. If you don't calm her down, no one's going to have a good time!"

Sharon pouted and poured tea for everyone. She reluctantly said, "Sorry, Freya. We're always blunt. I'll drink mine first."

After all nine of them drank, I handed the teapot to Harry. "I don't drink tea. You have it."

I picked up the empty teapot and pointed at the whiskey on the table. "You guys go ahead. I'm going to wash this."

Harry asked with a smile, "You're not mad anymore, right?"

I punched his chest and took their cups in my hand. "Fine, I'll wash the teapot and then get some snacks for you."

Sharon hurriedly stopped me. "Freya, you haven't had any tea. Can't you at least drink water?"

She didn't realize I could see the drug bottle at my feet. I smiled, picked it up, and drank it. Once they were relaxed, I headed downstairs.

Sharon laughed arrogantly. "Everyone, let's try something new. Harry won't mind."

I walked into the kitchen expressionless, set down the teapot, and immediately climbed out of a window.

The drug would take effect in ten minutes. The GoPro I had hidden in the corner would automatically send me footage of the chaos inside. I couldn't wait to watch them reap what they had sown.