Their Queen's Back - Chapter 67: Chapter 67

Emily stormed back into the room in a rage—she'd barely been gone three minutes.
Three minutes flat!
"What did I just see?! What on earth did I just see?!" Emily thought, her mind reeling in disbelief.
Emily fumed, "That shameless Sophia! How dare she sneak into my room and steal my candies like some despicable thief!"
"Those were from Skye!"
When Sophia heard Emily's voice, she nearly jumped out of her skin—the candy in her mouth almost got stuck in her throat.
She thumped her chest a few times before finally managing to swallow it.
Emily shouted, "Sophia, put that down! Right now! Those are my candies!"
Emily reached out to snatch the candies from Sophia's hand. In a panic, Sophia kicked off her slippers and scrambled onto Emily's bed in desperation.
"Which eye of yours sees your name on these candies? Prove they're yours! My sister bought them—so why shouldn't I have some?" she shot back.
Emily's eyes turned red with rage. Clenching her fists, she climbed onto the bed and shouted, "Sophia, you shameless brat! I've never seen anyone as despicable as you. Give it back—my sister bought that for me! It's mine! I'll make you pay for stealing my candy!"
Sophia sneered, "Who are you calling 'sister,' Emily? Isn't your real sister Jessica Clark? Don't go around claiming random relatives."
"You! Sophia, you're absolutely despicable!" Emily spat out in fury.
Emily had had enough of arguing. Without another word, she lunged at Sophia, knocked her onto the bed, and forcefully snatched the candies from her pocket.
"Give it back! Give it back! That's my candy—mine!" Emily shouted.
Emily frantically tore at Sophia's clothes. Sophia let out a shriek, "My clothes! Emily, you brute! Let go! Stop pulling—you'll ruin them!"
Sophia shot back, "Oh, so you wanna get serious now, Emily? Don't think I'm scared of you. Bring it on—let's see who's tougher!"
Emily shouted, "Sophia, you still dare provoke me? You're asking for it!"
Emily and Sophia grappled wildly, their fight descending into a chaotic tangle of hair-pulling and clothes-tearing.
Sophia was no match for her—Emily fought like a maniac, especially when it came to hair-pulling. But with her own short hair being inexplicably smooth, what shampoo did she even use?), Sophia always ended up on the losing side.
Emily shouted, "Sophia, not a single piece of my candy—not one! Not a chance!"
Emily snatched back every single piece of candy Sophia had taken.
Sophia, unwilling to yield, snatched a candy and defiantly stuffed it into her mouth. "Too late, Emily—it's gone! What are you gonna do now, huh? What can you do?!"
Sophia smirked triumphantly at her, oozing smug satisfaction.
Emily glared with furious, wide eyes and lunged at Sophia. Startled, Sophia jerked backward in a panic—only to choke as the candy lodged in her throat.
Sophia froze, her face turning pale before darkening to a bluish-purple hue. Desperate for air, she pounded on her chest.
Emily's anger instantly turned to panic when she saw Sophia struggling to breathe. Without hesitation, she rushed over, wrapped her arms around Sophia from behind, and performed the Heimlich maneuver.
Sophia hadn't expected Emily to actually help her. Stunned, she finally coughed up the candy. After two hacking coughs, she caught her breath and collapsed onto the bed, drawing in deep lungfuls of air.
"Emily, I almost choked to death! If I'd died, it would've been all your fault!"
Exhausted, Emily collapsed beside her. "That's what you get, Sophia. Even if you died, it wouldn't be my fault. Still trying to pin this on me? How pathetic."
Sophia turned to look at Emily. A blush spread across her fair, tender cheeks, and her cute, lively almond-shaped eyes narrowed with a haughty glint—a deceptively soft and adorable look. But only Emily knew: "Ugh, this girl is utterly insufferable."
Hey, Emily! What shady tricks did you pull to make my sister go to the amusement park with you?
Emily shot her a disdainful look and scoffed, "You think I'm like you, always scheming? I'm not as unscrupulous as you. She practically dragged me along—I couldn't even refuse. Ugh, what a pain."
Sophia gritted her teeth and spat out each word: "Emily, who do you think you're fooling? Don't you ever get tired of your own lies?"
Emily sneered, "Some people just call the grapes sour when they can't have them. They have no idea of their own worth, yet still dare to compare themselves to yours truly."
"You!" Sophia glared at Emily, her wide, almond-shaped eyes full of feigned innocence. With that pure and gentle look, anyone who didn't know better would think Emily was the one picking on her.
But the truth is, she's the one bullying me, Sophia thought bitterly.
Having lost the argument, Sophia snatched up a handful of scattered candies from the bed, peeled off the wrappers, and defiantly popped them into her mouth, refusing to admit defeat.
Emily was about to retort, but the image of Sophia choking flashed through her mind. With a disdainful snort, she relented.
"Fine. Consider it charity—just me throwing her a bone," Emily thought. "Let her have a few. Honestly, you'd think she'd never tasted candy before in her life."
Inside the hotel
Peter kept glancing at his watch anxiously. The moment he heard the door lock click, he quickly killed the lights. "Now the real fun begins," he thought with a smirk.
William walked in. The room was pitch-dark; she couldn't see a thing. Just as she was about to turn on the light, someone clamped a hand over her mouth from behind and forcibly dragged her onto the bed.
William was horrified, letting out muffled cries as she struggled desperately—until she was brutally flung onto the bed.
Overcome with excitement, Peter frantically stripped off his clothes.
"Don't be scared, don't be scared. Trust me, I'll make you feel real good. Just relax, okay? There's nothing to worry about," Peter whispered, his voice dripping with sleaze.
Peter leaned in, his voice dripping with sleaze. "I know you're nervous, sweetheart, but don't worry—I'll make you feel good. Now, let me taste those pretty lips."
William felt sick to her stomach. "That dirty old creep," she thought, "so this was his plan all along. It's just too dangerous for women to go out for work meetings, especially when dealing with lecherous old men with bad intentions."
Once I get back, I'll have the company implement a rule: female employees are not to attend business meetings at night, William resolved.