CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEEN

AUTHOR'S POV

Dera smiled evilly as she boarded a cab back to her house, putting on a headphone. Her mission had been a success, going way too smoothly than originally planned.

She had not expected Mary to leave the house, in fact, she had almost thought her plan would not work due to Mary's presence. But when Mary had offered to disappear, she had almost fainted with gratitude for such a willing sacrifice to her mission's cause.

There was nothing as exciting as getting lucky with a plan that was already deemed to fail. Although she had alternative plans, none was as smooth and satisfying as a plan that included peace.

Her plans ranged from hitting Mary on the head to drugging her drink in order to carry out the task of searching and photographing without any disturbance. She knew that the alternate plans were very inefficient, as it would leave her trying very hard to calm Michael.