Dearest Princess
Miranda clutched her head, huddled on the floor, and let out screams of utter terror without stopping.
Using the Wi-Fi connection, Larissa had command over all the electronic devices in the room. Any device linked to the Wi-Fi was subject to her seamless manipulation.
Having enjoyed Miranda's disheveled appearance enough, the computer screen suddenly brightened, vividly displaying Larissa's beautiful face.
"Is it fun?" Larissa lounged in her chair, a nonchalant smile gracing her face, as she gave a devilish greeting.
Miranda's body went rigid and she looked up at the computer in disbelief, asking, "Larissa?"
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