Class Villainess

Chapter 199 – Few Strands Of Hair (3)

"Well, I will leave now. Good night, my love."

The red rose man finally left me alone as I heard the paper bag getting replaced for a second, and his footsteps started getting further and further. 

I waited for at least 20 minutes until I was assured that he was truly gone. But I still didn't trust him easily. I unlocked the door and peeked from the gap. I saw nobody around the backyard and opened the door a bit more, snatched the paper bag, and closed the door again.

I locked the door and quickly went upstairs to my room. Staying in this place for too long would only get me pissed myself out of fear. 

I checked the paper bag that had become heavier after the exchange, so I guessed he did replace the few strands of hair with money.

I counted the money that he gave me and was pleasantly surprised when I realized that he had given me more than I expected, "This… 7 grand. 7 thousand dollars!? Damn…"

I wouldn't lie that I kept getting flattered with money. I lived a poor girl most of my life, so when I saw so much money, I just couldn't control my happiness.

While counting the money, I got a series of texts from that red rose man.

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xx: Thank you for the strands of hair. I have been sniffing it nonstop. I really like it when it's healthy hair, not the ones I kept smelling while you're a corpse, my love.

xx: I will be looking around for you. I know that your mission isn't easy. Always stay guarded, okay? Who knows, there might be some creepy man that wanted to hurt you while I wasn't looking. 

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Sir, you were that creepy man that scared the shit out of me. 

But I ignored his chat and started formulating a perfect plan for this mission. Now that I had the money, I texted Mona in the middle of the night, hoping she was still awake.

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Emmy: Mona, tomorrow is Saturday. Can you help me to set things up?

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I thought it would take a while for her to respond, but then I heard a notification from my phone.

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Mona: Yes, I can set things up. What do you need, Em?

Emmy: I got enough money to book all the VIP tables. I want to book all but one VIP table in that cafe for tomorrow evening, to set a trap for Barbara and Natasha. 

Mona: All but one VIP table?

Emmy: Yes, it would be easy to control their movement with that. We can ensure that Barbara and Natasha only have one VIP table left.

Emmy: But I can't do it with my own number because it would strike suspicion that a 15 years old is ordering a VIP table.

Emmy: Besides, I don't have any credit card, so… if your parents have it—

Mona: I have it.

Mona: My parents gave their credit card to me, but only for responsible spending. The age doesn't really matter since Barbara and Natasha can book the VIP table with their own credit card. But if you're afraid of getting traced in any way, then I can do it for you.

Mona: The one written on the table would be my parents, so even if Natasha and Barbara tried to trace you, they won't find anything. 

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…

I swallowed my saliva hardly. Mona was truly prepared for this. She even gave me a good plan so I wouldn't get traced.

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Emmy: Perfect. Please book all of the VIP tables for me. I will give the money to you before the mission starts.

Mona: Okay, I will book it now.

Emmy: Mona… what makes you so eager to help me now?

Mona: Well, first, we are friends now. You got Elise's trust, and you got mine as well.

Mona: Second, I heard how Natasha threatened Elise. I wouldn't let her get hurt by anyone. I know the key to her safety is you. That's why I'm going to help you in any way.

Emmy: … thanks.

—

…

I didn't expect to get support from people I could call 'friends.'

In my previous life, I had nobody around me. And in my very first revenge, Cerise turned out to be a self-centered bitch who used her pity card to get sympathy from anyone she thought was better than her.

That was why she didn't give a crap when Helena was suffering from depression and sought help from Cerise. But Cerise didn't even bother talking to her. 

It was a series of backstabbing that got me skeptical about having a friend. 

"But this is nice… to have someone that genuinely wants to help you…."

**

I woke up quite late today because I was busy thinking about the good sentence I could say to make it sound believable for Natasha and Barbara once they 'accidentally' overheard the next table talking about a girl that got a gift from Mason Hall.

I went downstairs and checked whether Mom was out to work again today or had a day off.

"Oh, Em, Good morning," Mom greeted me in the morning. I could see her eating an apple pie with Grandma. The smell was so good that it instantly told me it wasn't my Mom's food.

I approached her and asked, "Where did you get that apple pie, Mom?

"Huh? What are you saying? You're the one who told your boyfriend to buy us apple pie for breakfast, right? He came here about 15 minutes ago," Mom explained.

My eyes widened instantly. I didn't expect him to be so daring and came in the morning, even meeting my Mom!

"W—What did he wear? Can you see his face?"

"Hmm, no. He dressed all black from head to toe and wore a hat and face mask to cover half of his face. But he has such a deep voice, and he also has beautiful emerald eyes. My, my, your boyfriend is really a good catch for you, Em.. Mom is happy for you."