Classes had ended. Roxanne parked her car by the side of the road.

After getting out of the car, she pulled herself together and quickly walked to the school gate to wait for the children to come out.

Parents arrived one after another.

Soon, Roxanne was drowned in the crowd.

Ophelia had been waiting at the corner of the street for a long time. After making sure that Roxanne could not see her, she tiptoed out quietly.

She continued observing the surroundings while approaching Roxanne's car furtively.

Besides wearing a hat and a mask, she even put on a pair of sunglasses in the evening.

Passersby could not help but cast curious glances at her.

Fortunately, everyone did not pay much attention to her as they were in a hurry to pick up their children.

Ophelia stood right next

crouched by the car and ran her fingers through the tires

lubricant from her bag and reached for the disc

spend a lot of effort

she was about to unscrew the cap of the lubricant and pour it on, she

sound of footsteps ceased as they

froze right there, and

above her head.

clenched her fist, spewing the lubricant all over the chassis of the vehicle. Some even splashed on her

wipe the lubricant off, but before she could do it, someone grabbed her and yanked her out

embarrassment and guilt. She lowered

her sentence, the man extended his masculine palm and tore off her mask, exposing Ophelia's face

Don't take my things! I'm not Ms. Smith. You got the wrong person!” She panicked and tried to grab her mask and sunglasses, but she was no match

face, she raised her hand, but one of the men quickly grabbed

said, “You're not? Does that mean I'm talking to a ghost right

a clown for a while, Lucian's eyes gradually darkened. “Take a look at what's on Ms. Smith's

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