Chapter85:

Cruella lay by the pool, soaking up the sun, oblivious to Owen and Amaya hiding behind a massive flower vase. "Are you sure she won't see us?" Amaya whispered, concern etched in her voice. "She won't.'' Owen replied, his voice barely audible. "She looks asleep." "What about our scent?" Amaya asked. "Won't she sniff us out?" Owen shot her a stern glance. "That's why we applied mud. It'll mask our scent. Remember what Dad told us?" Amaya nodded, feeling more confident. "Alright, let's do it." Owen peeked at Cruella, his gaze landing on the orange juice beside her. A mischievous grin spread across his face. "Wait here." He whispered to Amaya. "I'll add something to her drink." He held up a bottle of chilli pepper they'd snatched from the kitchen. "Be careful." Amaya warned. "Don't let her see you." Owen crept towards Cruella, freezing as she suddenly picked up the juice. He held his breath, afraid to move. Finally, Cruella placed the juice back down and closed her eyes, basking in the ser