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Chapter 662
A few minutes later, Trisha got up to wash her hands.
Nicolas tumed around, about to say something, only to see Trisha’s eyes welling up with tears.
He was startled and immediately removed his headphones and whispered, “I couldn’t hear anything with the headphones on. Why are you crying?”
Trisha cried even harder.
Nicolas reached out helplessly to wipe her tears.
He had seen women cry, but this girl’s tears flowed like a floodgate had been opened.
Her tears fell like pearls off a broken string, heart wrenching and heartbreaking
“I hate you” She said. “Why do you always witness me at my worst?”
“I didn’t see anything Nicolas paused, then continued. “And I won’t spill the beans.”
Thsha sobbed. “Swear it.”
Nicolas swore. “I swear if I spill the beans, lightning may strike me Now, stop crying”
“No” Tnsha choked, “Say that if you spill the beans, you’ll become infertile”
Nicolas twitched at the corner of his mouth.
That was a rather cruel curse wasn’t it?
“Are you going to say it?” Trisha glared at him, “If you don’t, I’ll keep crying ”
Nicolas felt helpless over and over again, he realized that seeing a woman cry was truly terrifying.
He gritted his teeth, “If I spill the beans, III become infertile.”
Only then did Trisha stop crying, “TII believe you this once”
Nicolas was speechless
Why did he feel like he was played by Trisha?
“So, what to do now? Tnsha looked at their handcuffed hands.
“We get a locksmith Nicolas replied
Half an hour later a locksmith cautiously stepped into the upscale apartment, thinking he had landed a big job.
His eyelids twitched the moment he saw the handcuffed pair
“Just this one?”
Nicolas nodded, “Just hurry up and unlock it”
Without using any tools, the locksmith simply flipped a switch on the inside of the handcuffs, and they came undone
“That’s it?”
Trisha was in disbelief.
The locksmith explained. “These handcuffs are designed to be unlocked without a key in case of emergencies. Didn’t you guys read the instructions when you bought this?”
Trisha immediately glared at Nicolas, grabbed a pillow, and hurled it at him, “You bastard!”
With that, she stormed off.
He didn’t know, okay?
The dance instructor for Murder is a professional from Graceful Moves Dance Academy
Over a dozen female actors participating in the intensive training gathered at the dance studio every day at a fixed time.
The daily training lasted approximately six to eight hours
By the end of the day, everyone was so exhausted they just wanted to lie down and not move
Celeste only felt a bit tired. But the other female actors, especially those who didn’t regularly practice, were in so much pain that it was almost unbearable
Celeste was even doing leg stretches while everyone else was groaning on the floor
An actress named Yuna curiously asked, “Celeste, doesn’t your body hurt?”
“Yeah, it hurts, but it’s not that bad it’s probably because I regularly get muscle massages”
“How do you do the massage?”
Celeste replied with a grin. “I can give you a massage, and you can give it a shot”
Yuna was more than happy to get on board.
Ten minutes later, a scream echoed from the training room, “How is this more painful than doing the splits?”
Twenty minutes later, Celeste stopped and looked down, ‘How are you feeling?”
Yuna moved around a bit and said in surprise, ‘Actually, it doesn’t hurt that much anymore.”
The other actresses all flocked over, “How’d you do that? Celeste, give me a massage too. My arms and legs are killing me”
Celeste chuckled, “I can do one more at most. I’m beat today. If I’m not too tired tomorrow, I can do another one. Who’s going to be the lucky one?”
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“Me first, me first”
Sydney returned from the restroom to see Celeste surrounded by everyone like she was some sort of superstar.
Seeing this, Sydney immediately looked miffed. She had brought them so many things when she came, but they never treated her like this
“Wow, such professional massage techniques.” Sydney walked over with a sarcastic smile, “You must have been trained in this, right?”
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