Chapter 592 The Culprit For The Ruined Instruments

Chapter 592 The Culprit For The Ruined Instruments



Laura's blood boiled when she remembered the embarrassment she went through that day in the abandoned building.

Because of Joanna, not only did she lose face in front of her friends but they have been screening her calls and text messages since that incident.

They don't want to talk to her because they feel betrayed that she didn't tell them what Joanna was capable of after her mysterious return from the dead.

Joanna brushed past her when Laura showed no intentions of doing as she instructed.

"I heard that the King has fallen into a coma after being cursed by a witch and guess who everyone said is the witch," Laura said before Joanna could take three steps forward.

An evil smirk crept onto her beautiful face the moment she saw Joanna halt following her statement.

Joanna spun and glared at Laura, "And what are you implying?" Joanna grumbled, frowning.

"Everyone said you are the witch who cursed the King as soon as you stepped foot into the palace. Videos of what you did to Tiffany and her friends have started circulating. It's a matter of time before everyone comes to you demanding justice..."

"I am not a witch and even though I was one, His Majesty would have been the last person I harmed with my powers so stop spreading false rumours," Joanna interrupted abruptly.n(.OVelb1n

"Tell me, who in this Kingdom would believe that?" Laura quizzed, a victorious smile plastered on her face.

"Stepsister, ever since I saw this news about you being the witch that cursed His Majesty, I keep thinking of what the people would do to you if I came out and confirmed that you are really a witch," Laura said. She walked to and fro the front of Joanna just to further piss her off.

"Would they tear you apart, skin you alive or burn you to death? I keep thinking about this: Why don't you choose the method you want to die with? Who knows I might relay your words to them if I am in a good mood," Laura added. By this time she wasn't able to mask her smile anymore.

"Do you have an idea about the punishment meted out to those who destroy a national treasure?" Joanna asked out of the blue.

"I learned that death awaits that person and his entire family. And even if they managed to escape the death penalty, all the person's properties including those of her entire family would be taken away with immediate effect after being found guilty..."

"What the hell does that have to do with what we were discussing?" Laura snapped, not happy that Joanna brought up an unrelated topic.

"The drum including all the ancient instruments my team members and I were supposed to use for the play last night was a national treasure the palace lent us to use for the play..."

"What!" Laura shouted, her eyeballs bulge almost falling out of her sockets. The haughty look on her face was immediately replayed with anxiety.

She tried to hide her trembling hands but that wasn't very successful.

"Unfortunately some malicious people destroyed the drums to sabotage our play..."

"A-a-and why the hell are you telling me that?" Laura stuttered, not able to look into Joanna's eyes anymore.

"Yesterday I submitted video clips capturing those responsible for the destruction to the palace guards. As we are speaking, Sophia, Doris and Nora's family are on the brink of losing everything..." Joanna trailed off. Her lips curled up to reveal a sinister smile when she saw Laura's anxiety worsened.

"The reason that Old Hag and your mother could leave the house unscathed was because I left out the video clips of what you did that night. But right now I can't help but doubt my decision. Should I have reported that you sabotaged..."

"Please don't mention anything about this to anyone," Laura rushed forward and covered Joanna's mouth.

The way she scrutinized the environment to make sure that no one was eavesdropping on their conversation showed how scared she was.

"Get your hands off me," Joanna shouted and shoved Laura's hand away from her mouth.

"Big Sis, I might be the daughter of a Mistress, the illegitimate daughter of this family but always remember that the fate of this supposed great family of yours is in my hands right now. If I want, I can make your beloved father and everyone related to you lose all they have..."

"Legitimate or illegitimate, you are still a part of the family, you are Dad's second daughter. Whatever affects the family naturally partakes to you, so there is no need to act tough. I know you wouldn't be able to report me to the King," Laura who has suddenly regained her composure cut in, her head cocked to the side.

"I should be happy to hear you acknowledge me as part of the family for the first time, but unfortunately I feel nothing," Joanna retorted.

With a smug smile on her face, she guided her hands into her trouser pockets.

"If you think that I am bluffing then try me and see how I destroy this family of yours you take so much pride in," Joanna threatened coldly.

"My entire life I have lived worse than a beggar. If you are ready to live as a pauper along with your father, mother and grandparents, then go ahead and challenge me one more time. I promise you, I won't show mercy this time around," Joanna declared while peering into Laura's wavering eyeballs.

Just as she expected, Laura didn't utter a word to her. Instead, she moved out of Joanna's path as soon as she finished talking.

If there is something the three generations of women in her family share in common, it would be the fear of being poor.

Starting from Madam Cora down to Laura, the thought of belonging to the lower class scared them.

She was aware that Laura wouldn't have ruined the instruments meant for her group's performance if she had known that it was a national treasure.

"You have made a wise decision Big Sis. At least you won't have to fight with me over a crumb of bread nor would you have to endure the humiliation of being looked down on by the people you belittled these past years," Joanna mumbled grinning.

She patted Laura on the shoulder before she strolled into the building like a free bird.