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| Prince Arjuna | Jan 3 2014, 12:46 PM Post #1 |
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"Dammit!" Reina threw away her phone to the wall before she slumped on the chair. She had been calling her accomplice, Seto Kougami countless times and he didn't pick up her call. It was clear that those meddling kids had already caught him red-handed. "That fool..." Reina muttered under her breath as she removed her glasses and placed them on the drawer. She was currently in a hotel room because it was unsafe to stay at her place. "I told him a lot of times to not use that drug, yet he used it..." she sighed as she got up from the chair and put herself on the bed. Most of her plans backfired and she was currently in a disadvantageous situation. And the listening devices that were put at the estate did nothing because they didn't pick up any important bits of those brats' plans. Perhaps they had already noticed that the whole mansion was bugged. Then, she remembered that her brother, Hajime Kirihara was also a Kirihara. That would mean that he already anticipated her move. She never felt this stupid before. Out of all people she knew, her brother would always know her better. She was tired of being ridiculed by this. She had enough of staying in Hajime's shadow. She wanted to claim her birthright as the true inheritor of the family. That evil spawn of the foreigner had no right to claim it. She didn't even have any right to be called a Kirihara. Now that she was driven back to the wall, there's only one thing she could do, and normally she wouldn't even consider using the plan, unless she was pushed into desperation. Now having no choice, she decided to use it. She got up from her bed and took the phone she threw earlier. She sighed in relief after finding out that it wasn't broken after being thrown. After picking up her phone, she glanced at her own image from a nearby mirror. The mirror reflected the image of a black-haired woman with bob haircut. Despite her age, she still looked beautiful. Then, she closed her eyes. She wouldn't miss the image. After staring into her own reflection for a few seconds, she started searching for the name of a colleague. Or perhaps an acquaintance from university. That colleague was a plastic surgeon. Perhaps she could ask for her help so that she could succeed with her plan. After all, her image was nothing but a small sacrifice. |
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