CHAPTER 37
Author: R. AUSTINNITE
last update2024-10-09 20:53:06

Anticipation hung in the air as Mrs. Karishin walked towards the front door. It opened, revealing her elegant figure. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the balloons, a cake, loads of decorations, and her portrait displayed in the center.

Though surprised to see a party, she had no clue what was happening.

“What the heck is this?” she asked, attempting politeness, but her tone came out demanding.

Oliver, Liam, Noah, and James flinched, regretting their decision to enter the mansion. However, Kyle and Tedmond weren’t as shaken. Kyle was beaming, while Tedmond remained expressionless.

“Mom!” Kyle squealed like a little kid. “You’re here!”

Mrs. Karishin’s gaze shifted to Tedmond, who held a bow and arrow.

“Hello, Mrs. Karishin,” Tedmond muttered. Kyle had hastily handed him the bow and arrow when they saw her arriving on camera.

"Shoot the balloon at the top," he’d instructed.

Mrs. Karishin glanced around at the decorations, her brow furrowing as she tried to make sense of it all.

“Is
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