"I tell you, they are as thick as thieves," Devina Millet poked Iris Dukes on the forehead, earnestly warning, "Be careful hanging out with them, there's a pitfall waiting for you!"
"No way," Iris Dukes rubbed her forehead, pouting in protest, "Flossie and Sister Belinda are really nice; they even let me win a round."
"..."
Devina Millet raised her palm.
Initially intending to smack some sense into Iris Dukes, but halfway there, she saw Iris's sincere face. Instantly biting her teeth, she smacked her own forehead instead.
Damn it!
Why did she run her mouth!
Isn't this deliberately trying to be the bad guy?!
It's just that——
She really didn't want to tell Iris Dukes that the last game was given to her because Flossie Wright and Belinda Nichols wanted to leave and let her win.
"Hehe," seeing Devina Millet's reaction, Iris Dukes laughed and reached out to rub Devina's forehead, "It's okay, they really are nice to me."
"..."
