In my previous life, I drank for Zack, only to get raped by those beasts.
Now it was Daisy's turn.
That was what she deserved.
There were constant gasps in the room, and I listened silently at the door, with a smile on my face.
I had dealt with Daisy, and the next one was Zack.
Zack was not difficult to deal with. His father David Walker ran a company, evaded taxes, and allowed products that failed to meet the standards to enter the market, causing customers to get cancer. Those were all the things I accidentally learned from Zack in my previous life. After all, I was not that stupid. He had to come up with some facts to deceive me.
I collected the information again, organized the evidence, and contacted a prosecutor, Joseph Baker, a senior of mine.
Three hours later, Zack slowly walked back. When he saw me sitting at the door, he was shocked and pale.
"Why are you here? Where is Daisy?!"
I pretended to panic. "I, I don't know either. I took medicine for a cold. Daisy said she would drink those drinks. I went to the bathroom, and when I came back, the door couldn't be opened."
Zack shouted at me, "Why didn't you call me?! Can you take the responsibility if anything happens to Daisy?!"
I retorted, "Aren't they all your good friends in there? Daisy was just drinking on my behalf. What could possibly go wrong?"
Zack couldn't answer. He just turned around and desperately knocked on the door. As soon as the door opened, a strong smell hit his nose.
The swimming pool was a mess.
