Chapter 6

In Fevron, I received a series of messages from Henry. In the photo, the bloodied Thomas and Irene lay at the entrance of the hotel like two mauled corpses. Thomas' hands were twisted in a grotesque way. They were clearly beyond repair. A crowd of onlookers surrounded them, pointing and watching the spectacle. Henry wrote, "Nadine, look at this picture from Dylan Wilde's Instagram. Well done. But since you're alone abroad, you must be careful. I'm worried they'll get desperate and come looking for trouble." Upon seeing their miserable state in the photo, I let out a carefree laugh. I replied, "Don't worry, Mr. Letrell. I've safely arrived at your friend's studio. It's safe here. No one can find me." With the help of Henry and my classmates, I gave Thomas and Irene a taste of their own medicine. In the meantime, I successfully escaped and made it to Fevron. Thanks to Henry's recommendation and the thick portfolio I brought, I secured a full scholarship to study at the Pavla Royal