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    These kinds of rooms were usually designed to offer full privacy. No mirrors with hidden lenses, no cameras. Brenna checked quickly, confirming it was just as secure as she hoped.


    She slipped out of her ruined dress, changed into the ck gown, pulled out her cosmetics pouch, and refreshed her makeup.


    After that, she gathered her things and turned toward the door, ready to leave, when it abruptly flew open and someone stumbled inside.


    Startled, Brenna stepped back, steadying herself before recognizing the intruder.


    It was Waldo—clearly drunk. His eyes raked over her shamelessly. “You are a real stunner, aren’t you?”


    “You pervert!” Brenna mmed her fist into his jaw, sending Waldo crashing to the floor.


    She then stepped over him and walked out, only to find Gracie waiting just outside the door.


    This exined why Gracie had sshed wine on her; she had nned for Waldo to harass her all along.


    Gracie hadn’t expected things to turn out like this. Waldo, for all his size and strength, had been knocked t by Brenna in seconds.


    She instinctively backed away, her face tense. “Don’te any closer,” she said to Brenna.


    “You arranged this, didn’t you? How else would Waldo end up in a women’s changing room?” Brenna folded her arms, her tone sharp.


    Gracie faltered, unsure of what to say for a moment. Brenna wasn’t shouting or throwing things in anger, but there was something dangerous about the way she stood there. After a while, Gracie said, “What are you nning to do?”


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    Brenna looked her over, her expression unreadable. “Waldo was obsessed with you, I remember. At the tennis club that afternoon, he couldn’t stop staring at you. How about I make his wishe true?”


    Gracie’s eyes widened in horror. “No! Absolutely not. You’re crazy. Just stay away from me!”


    As Brenna exited the dressing room, she found Ernst waiting at the entrance, his face etched with concern.


    “What went on in there? I thought I heard someone crying out and pleading,” he said.


    He then nced inside and froze, stunned by the sight. A young woman was there, her clothes shredded beyond repair, frantically searching for anything to cover herself.


    But the garments on the racks were all ruined, torn to bits by Brenna. A man emerged from the same room, his attire also ripped apart, scraps littering the floor.


    Ernst’s brow furrowed as he swiftly shut the door.


    Turning to Brenna with disbelief, he asked, “Was this your doing?”


    Brenna nodded calmly, as though the chaos inside was inconsequential. “Yes, let’s leave.”


    Ernst’s face darkened. He knew his sister was kind and gentle; she wouldn’t have done something like that without cause. He suspected the two people inside had done something outrageous to provoke her. Pulling out his phone, he summoned his two bodyguards to stand watch at the dressing room door.


    As Brenna stepped into the main hall, she noticed Ellie and Lilith chatting with Rosie.


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