?Chapter 433:


    Noticing that the charge was from a styling studio, he gave the driver new directions. “Take me there.”


    The driver blinked in confusion. William was already dressed for the banquet, but he was determined to check this out.


    Ste had gone for a soft, natural look, so her makeup was finished in no time. Sandra, with her cheerful vibe, got a light makeover too.


    She’d never been dolled up like this before—it was the most stunning she’d ever looked. Spotting the pool just outside the studio, she turned to Ste with bright eyes. “Sylvia, can you take a few pictures of me over there? I’ve never worn something this nice before.”


    Since there was still some time before the banquet, Ste agreed without hesitation—she knew girls loved taking pictures. The two of them walked over to the pool.


    Sandra started off by posing near the water, then shifted a little to get a better angle.


    “Sylvia, just take a few. I know you’ll make me look great,” she said excitedly.


    As Ste counted down—three, two, one—Sandra struck her poses, keeping her eyes on the phone’s rear camera the whole time.


    While both of them were caught up in the photos, they didn’t notice someone rushing toward Ste from behind.


    “Ste! You ruined everything! Why don’t you just die already?” Haley’s furious scream pierced the air as she charged forward, a utility knife held high. Ste stood frozen for a split second,pletely caught off guard by the violent outburst.


    Nearby, Sandra was just as stunned, rooted to the spot in shock. Inside the studio, the makeup artists gasped, but none dared to move. They stood frozen in fear, their faces pale, unsure of what to do.


    “Call the police! Why is everyone just standing there?” Sandra finally snapped out of it, yelling as she rushed toward Ste.


    “Haley, have you lost your mind?” Ste gritted out, grabbing Haley’s wrist to stop the knife. If it weren’t for the long dress getting in the way, she would’ve kicked Haley aside already. The outfit only made it harder for her to move.


    Find thetest stories g?lnσv??ls


    “Yes, I’m crazy!” Haley screamed, her voice cracking. “You’re driving me insane! I don’t care anymore—I just want you dead!”


    She lunged, the utility knife aimed straight at Ste’s neck.


    Startled, Ste ducked instinctively, the de barely grazing past her shoulder. “You’re out of your mind!” Sandra yelled, grabbing Haley’s arm with both hands. “This is attempted murder!”


    Haley, restrained by both women, thrashed wildly, her eyes gleaming with venom. Then—without warning—she kicked Ste hard in the stomach.


    Ste stumbled back, her heel slipping on the wet tiles. With a ssh, she fell straight into the pool behind them.


    The water swallowed her whole. She couldn’t swim. Cold panic wed at her throat as she sank, her arms iling uselessly. She tried to kick, to float, to breathe—but her body wouldn’t listen. Everything was too deep, too fast, too loud. The water muffled the world, filled her lungs, and drowned her screams.


    “Ste!” Sandra shouted, frozen in horror. “Help her! She’s drowning!”


    Haley just stood there, smirking. “Ha!” sheughed, unhinged. “Why don’t you just stay down there, Ste? Just die already!”


    .


    .


    .