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Chapter 225 Myrna is going to personally slap her own face.

"It's nothing."

Myrna raised an eyebrow and shifted her stance: "So, you wanted to know if my birthday party was grand or not, who I invited, and which private room we were in, right?" Stephanie: ...

She was just asking casually, actually she didn't care at all.

"Yes, yes."

Myrna looked at her hypocritical expression and already guessed what was going on in her mind, a cold gleam flickered in her eyes like a shooting star.

The voice was deep and hoarse.

"You would have known it by the weekend."

What does it mean?

Stephanie's heart suddenly tightened, inexplicably jumping, always feeling a sense of unease.

With both parents and grandma around during the weekend, there shouldn't be any mishaps, right?

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After parting ways with Stephanie, Myrna crossed the street and went straight to the Phaeton. She opened the car door and bent down to sit inside.

He casually slammed the door shut.

Calvin heard the sound of a car door slamming, raised an eyebrow, and set down the laptop he was using. He turned his head and asked her, "What's wrong? You seem really angry."

Myrna pursed her lips, a cold gleam flickered in her eyes, feeling a bit annoyed, "I encountered a mad dog on the way."

What kind of mad dog could have made her so angry?

Calvin, on the other hand, became a little curious. He narrowed his eyes and looked in her direction, giving a slight smile. He was quite gentlemanly, but his words had a hint of bloodlust as he said, "Shall I help you clean up?" Did he help himself tidy up Stephanie?

Myrna blinked her eyes, feeling a lot less nauseous in her chest. She leaned back against the chair, her profile smooth and three-dimensional, with a touch of elegance. "Forget it, I prefer to fight my own battles," she said, with a hint of coolness. Not to mention, it was about Alfi, and she didn't want to rely on others.

Her eyes were deep and mysterious: "When it comes to dealing with dogs, it's better to do it yourself, so they won't forget the pain after they heal their wounds. Next time I see you, I won't hesitate to bark fiercely in front of you."

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For example, Stephanie, who used to avoid her a few days ago, now dares to come up to her. Although Stephanie can't come up with anything clever, at most she can say a few sarcastic remarks, which is enough to disgust people. "Do you really not need my help?" Calvin still felt a little disappointed.

Myrna felt much better after getting on the car. She nodded and said, "No need, I'll come myself."

She would soon be able to replace the witness in the corridor of Melcester General Hospital.

If Alfi really pushed Stephanie down, then she wouldn't have let Stephanie off.

She said that she could make the Stark family and Stephanie soar into the sky and also bring them back to reality.

Although Stephanie has not yet found concrete evidence to accuse Alfi, he is still lying in bed receiving rehabilitation treatment every day, while the Stark family and Stephanie have already joyfully prepared for their birthdays. How to say, it's fine if Stephanie doesn't come in front of her, but after she does, it's somehow... annoying!

Ding.

Just then, a message flashed on the phone.

Myrna lowered her head and took a glance.

The white fingers of the scallion opened the dialogue box.

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The first message was posted by her before.

[MS: Do you want to come for dinner?]

The latter one was the reply to her.

Ernesto: Time and place.

Myrna sent a location pin of Watershed Restaurant and then closed her eyes to rest, relying on the backseat.

She has been very busy lately, investigating Alfi's case and dealing with some matters related to the Scarlet Guild. She stays up until around 3 am every night and has to wake up early in the morning to go to school. Over the past few days, her eyes had become bloodshot.

"I squinted for a while."

Calvin saw her sleeping soundly beside him, completely defenseless. Her pale and beautiful face was turned to the side, with thick, curled eyelashes. She looked incredibly obedient.

His thin lips suddenly lifted, his hand resting on his knee, his voice low and mellow: "By the way, what kind of birthday gift do you want?"

Myrna had been exhausted these days. She closed her eyes and felt drowsy. When she heard the words, her eyebrows furrowed, as if she had been annoyed by his harassment. She muttered with her red lips, "Whatever!"