"I'm done?"
Shirley laughed hysterically. She looked at the man mischievously and waved her finger. "No, no, no. Mr. Stewart, you're done."
As she spoke, the little black caterpillar she was holding with tweezers just dropped and happened to fall on Braden's collar.
"Ah, it's so disgusting. Get rid of it. Get rid of it!"
Braden collapsed instantly, as if he had become a stone. He stood still and did not dare to move. He yelled as his scalp tingled.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Stewart. My hand just trembled and the caterpillar dropped..."
Shirley suppressed her laughter and came down from the ladder, saying teasingly to the man who was about to go crazy. "Don't worry. It won't hurt you. It's just squirming on your collar to exercise!"
Braden's handsome face darkened as he warned, "Shirley, I order you to get rid of this stupid thing immediately. Otherwise, you're dead!"