Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around! novel Chapter 97

"A b*tch like you don’t have a say in whether I’m in the wrong or not!" Tiffany's face twisted in pain, but she still cursed, "Sophia, you b*tch. You motherf*cking b*tch. Kill me if you can!"

Sophia, with a little more strength in her hands, turned to Megan and said, "Where are your scissors? Let me borrow it."

"Sophia, calm down!" When Megan heard the word ‘scissors’, the top of her head started to sweat. She did not dare to respond. She was afraid that someone would die in their dormitory tonight.

As she spoke, Tiffany howled, "You can't hurt me. Sophia, you're just a chicken, a motherf*cking b*tch and a motherf*cking whore!"

"Did you eat shit?" Sophia took a towel and tied Tiffany's hands behind her back.

She let Tiffany swear on the floor. Then, she walked over to Tiffany's bed, grabbed a shoe, and put it in Tiffany's mouth.

The room was instantly quiet, but there was still the whining from Tiffany's mouth.

Sophia went to her desk, opened the drawer to take out the scissors, and crouched in front of Tiffany. The latter's whining stopped, and the resentment in her eyes gave way to fear.

"Sophia!" Megan padded over to Sophia and grabbed her scissors with a shudder. "It's… It's not worth murdering some… someone like Tiffany!"

Sophia glanced at her. "Let go."

"No... I… I won't." Megan was terrified but still shook her head as hard as she could. "Get over it. Your family disowned you, but your bro... brother and sister-in-law still... still love..."

Sophia cut her short with a frown. "I won't kill her."

"Real..." Megan wanted to ask ‘really’ but seeing that she did not look like she was going to kill anyone, Megan let go of the knife. She sat down on her limp limbs and wiped the sweat off her head.

Then, Sophia cut Tiffany's well-kept long hair into a badly shaved buzz cut that was no more than two millimeters long while Megan looked on in fear, surprise, and finally, suppressed laughter.

28th September reminded Sophia of too many unpleasant memories. Coupled with what Aunt Liu had said, her heart was filled with anguish, but cutting Tiffany's hair calmed her down.

"Have you any cigarettes and lighter?" Sophia looked up and asked Megan.

Megan said yes without asking what she was going to do. She was gripping her stomach and suppressing her laughter as she handed her the items.

Sophia lit a cigarette and gave Tiffany six burns in the middle of her head without hurting her scalp.

"You... You're a genius!" Megan could not help laughing her head off.

Sophia took a few photos of Tiffany from the neck up before untying the latter who was on the verge of a mental breakdown. "Don't mess with me again, or I'll post your photos to the group chat."

She got tired of Tiffany's constant nonsense!

Tiffany removed the shoe in her mouth, spit a few times on the floor, and hurried to the mirror without cursing Sophia.

"Ahh!!" she screamed as she held her head in her hands. Her eyes were red, staring at the pile of hair on the floor. She was almost choking.

Megan laughed until she burst into tears. "Tiffany, you... Um... You look so funny!"

With a sigh, Marie pulled Tiffany's hand away from her arm. Her beautiful eyes were vaguely irritated.

Too bad Tiffany did not know how to take a hint. "That b*tch, Megan, helped Sophia, the murderer. She's an accomplice! Ms. Marie, I'm reporting them to the police so they'll be put to jail!"

"Go ahead." Marie's raised her eyebrows slightly, teasing Tiffany as she stared at her.

"Why aren't you calling the police? Do you want to borrow my phone?"

Tiffany's face turned green, pale, and red. It was as colorful as a spilled palette. Finally, she gave Sophia a hateful look, grabbed a hat, and put it on. Then, she stormed out the door.

"Young girls these days have quite a temper." Marie rubbed her ears that ached from the shock.

Megan looked over at Sophia before approaching Marie. She said, "Ms. Marie, with Tiffany's temper, aren't you afraid she'll get the club into trouble?"

"Are you trying to get me to fire her?” Marie casually asked Megan. Then, she slipped the present into Sophia's hand before awkwardly saying, "It's a birthday present that Ms. Robertson asked Mr. Johnson, who then asked Mr. Harris to give you."

Sophia held the present and froze.

She thought... Clara would not want to see her again.

"You're overthinking it." Megan smiled and grabbed a bag of things from the table. "These are some specialties from my hometown. Please take some and try."