Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 25
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[Third Floor]
“Are you sure your parents will take care of this?” Acosta asked, strapping his wristwatch on as he strode out of his room, ready for work.
“Of course,” Kimmy replied, swallowing multivitamins with water at the dining. “There’s only one Genevieve and Marley in this city, and they rule. Also, they’re involving Valhalla. Don’t panic.”
“I just feel like whoever is backing Seraphina up is hella powerful.” Acosta shrugged.
“No one is more powerful than my parents in this city. No one!” Kimmy walked fast to him, her long leather skirt so sleek. “We could settle this by just killing that jinx, but we need her alive to get the land, that is why she’s still breathing!”
“Is she really a daughter of your parents? Or are you and Dora jealous that she has body than you both?” Acosta threw the question.
Kimmy picked her purse from the couch and slapped his jaw with it, so hard he got a cut from the bag chains.
Acosta didn’t move, even as a little blood trickled.
Kimmy’s angry eyes burned through him viciously. “You’re not allowed to make positive remarks about that Frump, ever!! Else, I’ll personally tell my father to stop sending funds to your parents culinary!”
Acosta wanted to talk back, but that last statement stopped him.
He could only glare back at her with stinging cheek.
Meanwhile, inside Peach’s room, the ten year old girl is done preparing for school with the help of her maids.
Alone in the room, she’s busy stuffing her backpack with pepper spray, blade, pins, and other sharp unbelievable objects.
She needs to teach someone a lesson in school today.
She zipped up and looked at herself in the mirror.
“Peach Redd, it’s either you top, or you top.” She said to herself.
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