"Shut up," she snapped, leaning on the sofa to rest her tense back. "I will beat you next time," she promised.


    Her phone dinged with a message. Anastasia took it to see who could have sent her a text. Her eyebrows furrowed first in confusion, then a slow grin stretched on her lips.


    "Michelle wants us to meet."


    **


    Anastasia arrived at the restaurant where Michelle had texted they should meet. The ce was bustling with people, while faint noises of their talk could be heard. She scanned her eyes around the restaurant, looking for Michelle.


    She noticed Michelle sitting in a corner that was almost hidden away from the eyes of the people in the restaurant.


    With a smirk on her lips, Anastasia marched towards the table Michelle had already upied.


    When Michelle made eye contact with Anastasia, her heart nearly flew out of her chest, but she calmed herself down when she remembered what she’de there to do.


    "You said you wanted to talk, so talk," Anastasia said, cing her sses on the table while she took a seat for herself.


    No matter how hard Michelle tried to withhold herself, she just wanted to strangle Anastasia in the presence of everyone.


    Unfortunately, she couldn’t leave the restaurant alone after doing that.


    "I wanted us to reconcile," Michelle forced through gritted teeth. She had to act as if she was in regret for everything she’d done to Anastasia if she wanted thetter to stay longer.


    Anastasia sneered.


    ’Reconcile my foot,’ she thought to herself. She of all people knew Michelle wouldn’t call her to reconcile. Thetter had something nned for her, and she was ready to see what she’d nned. Anastasia decided to y along.


    "Why exactly do you want us to reconcile?" Anastasia asked.


    Michelle sucked in a breath.


    "First, let’s order a drink, shall we?" Michelle called a waiter and the both of them ordered a drink.


    "Truthfully, I never knew father wanted to kill you. If I’d known, I would have saved you," Michelle started, and Anastasia resisted the urge tough at that moment. It seemed as if Michelle was cracking a joke rather than trying to reconcile. "I know we’ve had our ups and downs, siblings fight..." Michelle continued.


    "Siblings fight..." Anastasia repeated after her, an image of Tracie shing in her mind for the shortest second. "You are right, siblings do fight. But they don’t try to kill each other. Let me ask you a question, Michelle. Do you think all that you’ve done is truly forgivable?"


    Michelle clenched her fist in anger, despising the smile on Anastasia’s lips. All she wanted to know was to rip it off her face since that smile kept on reminding her Anastasia had the upper hand against her—the same Anastasia she would use to mop the floor and throw away if she wanted to.


    Michelle’s blood boiled as she felt her pride being tainted by pleading to someone she’d never in her wildest dreams thought she would plead to. She felt ashamed.


    "It is forgivable," Michelle replied.


    The grin on Anastasia’s lips stretched even more.


    The waiter arrived with their drinks, and a faint smile appeared on Michelle’s lips before it disappeared like it’d never been there. Unfortunately for her, it didn’t pass Anastasia’s eyes.


    Just when Anastasia was about to say something, her phone rang with a text. Anastasia excused herself and left the restaurant to make a phone call, leaving her sses behind.


    Michelle got her chance. She reached into her purse and pulled out a small bottle that contained a toxic content.


    Her heart danced in joy as she poured the content inside Anastasia’s drink. As she continued to pour the content, she scanned around to be sure no one was looking in her direction. Even though the table was in a secluded corner, she still needed to be careful.


    Luckily for her, no one was looking her way.


    When the bottle was empty, Michelle ced it back into her purse and pretended nothing happened.


    Not long after, Anastasia walked inside the restaurant.


    "Did that take long?" Anastasia asked and Michelle shook her head.


    Anastasia reached for the ss, bringing it up to her lips while Michelle’s gaze focused on it—silently urging her to go faster.


    Just when the liquid content was about to touch Anastasia’s lips, she dropped the ss on the table.


    "What’s wrong? You don’t like the drink?" Michelle asked.


    "Not that. But I can’t drink something that has already been poisoned," Anastasia replied.