Trap

Vincent’s whisper was barely audible, but Helene, being understanding as she was, could sense his frustration.

“Please pardon them, Sir Vincent. They couldn’t express their enthusiasm very well, but I assure you that they have nothing but good intention towards you,” cheered Helene, attempting to gain Vincent’s trust and cooperation. The technician just grunted while pointing his swollen head, a solid evidence that contradicted Helene’s defense.

“Uh, that was our tough form of love, teehee!” Helene laughed awkwardly.

Alex felt this nonsensical turmoil needed to be stopped, so he decided to jump in.

“Vince, just like what Pandora said. To put it simply, I need the Vint mirrors upgraded,” stated Alex. “Now, don’t get me wrong, I am helplessly in love with the mirrors, but I can see there are still rooms for improvements.”

“Maybe you will understand it if I lay my plan here. I am going to use your upgraded mirror to collect the evidence from those blue-blooded bastards. You know what peo