CHAPTER 17
Peter P.O.V
"We should ask Old master about it." Mona said, looking at me for permission.
"You know Master is busy right now. We can't disturb him." Lilly replied to her on my behalf.
"But... He is the one who knows everything." Mona reasoned. She had a point but if we disturbed him. The consequence would not be appreciatable.
"I did warn you. Don't send that joke to bring her but you never listened to me." Olivia complained, gritting her teeth as usual before adding, "Whiteheads are jerks!"
"What do you mean by 'whiteheads are jerks'?" Walter asked, standing from his seat angrily.
"Stupids. Don't you get it?" Olivia shrugged, adding fuel to the fire.
"Do you want to die, Olivia?" Walter warned her in full anger, pointed a finger at her.
"Wanna try?" Olivia said, standing from her seat.
While I was moving my head from one face to the other. We were supposed to discuss the solution but here they were creating more problems.