Hazel Quartz's clever scheme was making quite the noise.
This plan, although thought of on the spot, lacked strategic planning.
But it didn't matter; as long as she could mess with Nia Mitchell, she didn't care about anything else.
She reached out and pressed her phone number on the phone decisively and dialed.
Everyone held their breath.
"Beep—beep—"
The sound of the phone connecting echoed in Hazel Quartz's ear, and her phone's ringtone suddenly started ringing.
The source of the sound was right beside Nia.
In an instant, Nia Mitchell clenched her fists tightly.
"Miss, please hang up the phone, we need to conduct an inspection."
The closer they got to Nia Mitchell, the more certain they were that the sound came from her bag.
Nia Mitchell's entire body was stiff, her hand tightly held the phone, and her other hand tightly grasped the strap of her bag.
She remained motionless, while Hazel Quartz's phone ringtone kept ringing in her ear.
