Outside the entrance, I stood there as a cold smile slowly shaped across my face.
Not strike back? Then I wouldn’t match the name Kelly.
In the car, I sat down and opened my phone. "Tonight at twelve."
"Bring Faye Stewart to me."
"And arrange skin-patch tools and a doctor team."
Around a little past eleven, my screen lit bright.
My brother wrote, [I’ve ordered the guards to send Faye to the old home. She’ll reach there in twenty minutes.]
I was ready to answer when another friend forwarded a clip.
Once I tapped it open, Faye was smiling widely toward the lens.
"Today I made a special pattern for a certain self-styled high-class old lady."
She waved the tattoo pen toward the shot. "Guess what I carved on her? Phoenix City Must Eat List!"
"You people should’ve seen it, she’s already thirty yet still dares to show her chest. The flesh was so loose I couldn’t even keep the needle steady. I purposely pressed three times. No matter what, she’ll never erase it.
The comment section burst.
[Refreshing book lead]
[Good job!]
[Hahaha, too funny!]
As she spoke more, she grew more hyped, her eyes bright with small pride.