The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 217

Chapter 217: Night SCARE

"So that the mold grooving on their bodies from sitting too long will be dispersed by the wind," Lydia answered again. "So, they tagged along as a vacation," Ethel said.

"Given that some of them have already sworn their allegiance to the mold, it might as well be

a punishment," Lydia answered, and three of them turned around to notice the graduate students were staring at them.

"Child, is this how we taught you to talk?" Cindy asked, and Lydia rolled her eyes.

"Forgive the child; her mouth is legendary for catastrophe," Ethel said, pushing Lydia back to making her tents.

"Your graduate class does not know Lydia; you will soon get used to her," one of their

coursemates said.

"She rarely talks, but when she does..." another said and trailed off.

"It's fine; you will get used to it. It is only for a few days, after all," a professor said, only to pause. "But now that I think about it, the engineering workshop course that joined last year is still recovering from her mouth," he seemed to mutter, but was still heard, before instructing them to continue with their task.

They all thought that the graduate class was angry, but they were actually taken aback instead. To them, she had not really said anything poisonous.

But the more people talked, the more they wondered if she had spared them.

"Sister-in-law is legendary, I see." Ethan commented, but Harry's eyes only followed Lydia a bit before looking away.

group in the kitchen?" he asked, and Ethen

who dragged him along to

slept on the bus, she was still quite tired, so she decided to retire early. She sprayed some bug spray in her tent and waited a while before going to sleep. But sleep still deluded her. She ate some snacks in her tent and continued watching her drama. There was barely any signal in the woods, so she was quite happy that she had downloaded the episodes while on the bus. After a few drinks, she felt pressed deep into the night. She took off her earpiece, and the silence of the night descended on her. She took out a lamp and

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inside, so she assumed they must have gone to sleep. She

do her business. When she walked out, it was even darker than she had recalled it being when she was walking in. She adjusted her mind and started walking back. As she did, she heard ghostly whispers in the dark that caused her to freeze. She looked around with her eyes, not daring to move her head. At the corner of her eyes, she saw a figure in white in the direction of the campsite. The figure held up a low lamp and raised her hand to beckon to her

some reason, she dared not scream. She ran a bit until

in frustration, only then realizing it might not have been a ghost. Just at that moment, a hand grabbed her shoulder, and

the way, Lord Harry, lead the way," she chanted and broke into a run. She ran while swinging her lamp around, barely able to see ahead of her. Soon, she ran

person.

"Lord Harry!" she cried.

a familiar voice answer. She looked up while using her lamp to shield her from anyone who was in front of her. When she looked up, she saw Harry Madison's face illuminated

wrapped around his midsection and

laughter.

with a slight chuckle. He noticed that someone was nearing, so he put off her lamp and grabbed her head, forcing her face against his chest to muffle her crying, before he retreated behind a

silently until they were in a dense cluster of trees. They took refuge behind

is going on?" Lydia asked in

So we

professors had forgotten to assign the cleaning, so it was

on this game."

you all children, playing ghosts in the middle of the night so

cleaning those toilets,"

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