Initiate the refinement!

"Did you take care of everything I asked you to?" Sylvia's voice was cold and intimidating as she looked down at Layla, who was visibly shivering.

"Um... I sort of did," Layla's voice was tiny, even trembling.

Sylvia's eyebrows knitted slightly. "What do you mean by 'sort of'?"

"Because there are so many disciples secretly in love with Brother Timothy, I couldn't possibly note down each one. I only managed to gather some general data," Layla said, her voice quivering, as if she feared Sylvia might vaporize her with a flick of her finger.

Noticing that Sylvia hadn't lost her temper, Layla dared to continue, "During this period, according to my records, 139 female disciples have spied on Brother Timothy bathing, 77 have secretly sent him love letters, 367 have flirted with him, and 679 have blushed at him. But these numbers are probably just a fraction,there are many more I haven't seen..."

"You, you guys!" Sylvia was utterly flabbergasted.