Mrs Jeon is a crybaby [ON HOLD]

Chapters 421-430

Chapter 421: Ruined Dress

While she spoke, Lisa was already returning.

Her expression was calm as though nothing was wrong.

But Jennie and Chaeyoung who knew her well immediately sensed she was in a bad mood.

At that moment, they were being summoned.

"Class 3-3 get ready. You're next. Please standby."

The girls stood still and did not move as they looked at Lisa.

Lisa lifted her chin and her face tensed up. "You girls go ahead first. Dance the way that we practiced."

"What about you?"

Jennie looked at her hands and noticed the bag in which her dress came.

Lisa lifted the bag and a bunch of rags fell out like snow.

"What?"

"That's too much! Who did this?"

"Is the dress ruined? What should we do?"

"Fuck! Don't let me find the culprit or I won't let them go!"

Chaeyoung immediately made a decision. "I'll take my dress off and give it to you. This was originally made for you anyway."

"Don't be ridiculous..."

They were being ushered again. Lisa glanced at her and said, "Go ahead. I'll stay here." "

"But..."

"Quick."

Lisa lifted her head and narrowed her eyes.

She had a powerful vibe and her gaze was intimidating.

Jennie understood her well. She immediately made a decision and pulled Chaeyoung away.

"Let's talk about this after. That fake bitch must have done this! Just wait. I'll deal with her later!"

Hostility flashed across Chaeyoung's eyes. She looked at Lisa, lifted the hem of her dress, and headed out.

Everyone filed out.

By now, there weren't many people left in the changeroom.

Most were outside watching the performances or waiting to go on stage.

Lisa looked at the shredded dress and let out a laugh. Putting on her jacket, she turned and left.

Melodious classical music resounded through the gymnasium.

After training day and night for the past few days, Lisa could practically dance to the music with her eyes closed.

But her dress was destroyed; all her efforts had gone to waste.

"It's beginning."

Outside, Eunha was sitting in her wheelchair dressed in a white dress as she smiled at Lisa.

"From the looks of it, you've been left behind."

"Yes."

Lisa's eyes curved. "So I'm in a bad mood right now. You better not provoke me."

Her voice was soft, nasally, but inexplicably cold.

Eunha's pupils constricted. Piercing her nails into her palms, she quickly snapped out of her daze.

"All you know how to do is solve your problems with violence."

"It's effective, isn't it?" Lisa tilted her head. "If I can use my hands, why use my mouth? Do you want to test it out again?"