Chapter 82 Harry Is Lost in Thought

That evening, Catherine and Eleanor headed to Michelle's place. At the time, Michelle was enjoying herself in the bath. Music played in the room as she soaked in the tub, sipping red wine and humming a tune. She was completely unaware that two uninvited guests had slipped into her home. Carrying a bucket of paint each, Catherine and Eleanor crept silently toward the bathroom. Just as Michelle stepped out of the tub and reached for a towel, she suddenly caught sight of two figures at the doorway. Her heart skipped a beat. "Who's there?" Outside the bathroom, Catherine exchanged a glance with Eleanor. Without hesitation, they both raised their buckets and hurled the paint straight at Michelle. Fresh out of the bath with nothing on her, Michelle was completely caught off guard as the thick, pungent liquid splashed over her, streaming down her face. The acrid stench was so overpowering she couldn't force her eyes open, nor could she dare open her mouth. She knew if she did, the paint