A Vengeful Girl

Chapter 334 Something Wrong with the Invitation



Chapter 334 Something Wrong with the Invitation

The guard recognized Sarah the moment he saw her. He felt confused and thought, 'She told me that

she was Lady Haley's friend, but why is she coming here?'

"Hello. I have something urgent right now. Could you please tell me where the bathroom is?"

The guard smelled a strange smell from her.

Sarah looked very embarrassed. She couldn't help but defecate again.

"Miss Shen did you... crap in your pants?"

"No, no, no."

Sarah didn't dare admit the embarrassing thing that she did.

"Okay... You can go this way to get to the nearest public toilet. It is about a mile away from here."

The guard stood at the gate and pointed down the road.

"No. I just want to ask if there is any bathroom inside this mansion? I'm feeling uncomfortable now.

Could you tell me how to get to the nearest one?"

Already flustered, Sarah became a little anxious. She drove here, and if she had to drive a mile to get

to a public toilet, that would be a problem for her.

She didn't want to make a mess in her beloved car.

"The nearest bathroom is inside the house. You have to ask a servant to take you there. I'm just a

security guard and I don't know where it is. We usually go to the one a mile away from here, " The

guard uttered these words in all seriousness.

Just now, Anna came here and told the guard to tell Sarah this, so the guard did as he was told.

Otherwise, if he took Sarah as a normal guest, he would tell her to go to the nearest bathroom not far

away.

Sarah gritted her teeth and sullenly said, "Okay. Could you please send me there?" She didn't want to

drive by herself under the circumstances.

She then farted again. It smelled so bad. Sarah squatted, and her stomach was still painful. And she

continued to defecate.

Sarah looked even more embarrassed this time. "I'm sorry. I must have eaten something wrong

yesterday, so..."

"Miss Shen, you should go now. You drove here, right? It will only take you a few minutes to get to the

public toilet. You'd better go there now. The smell... is so unpleasant." NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

The guard shook his head and took a few steps backward.

"Could you please send me there? I can't drive like this."

"I'm sorry. We can't leave our posts without permission. I'm so sorry."

Sarah was now very morose and helpless. She was at the Nalan clan's villa now, not in her house. She

couldn't lose her temper here.

Sarah just tried not to break wind and slowly walked out of the gate. She suddenly remembered the

invitation in her handbag. She then turned around, took out the invitation, and handed it to the guard.

"Please give this to Lady Haley. I have to leave now, so I can't give it to her in person. I'm going to get

married. Please help me tell her to get to my wedding on time, " she said.

"Okay, Miss Shen. You should go now. I will give her the invitation." After he nodded, the guard glanced

at Sarah with disgust and covered his nose, embarrassing her.

It was noon, and the guard was having lunch. He now lost his appetite after his encounter with Sarah.

Sarah didn't know that Anna intentionally made that drug for her. The medicine would make her want to

go to the toilet and fart. The fart was almost the same as the smell coming from a person who hadn't

taken a shower in several months or from week-old decomposing food in the trash.

After she gave the invitation to the guard, Sarah quickly left. Her stomach kept churning. She knew that

she was going to shit more any time soon.

At Linda's garden, Nalan clan

"My Lady, Miss Shen, who was just here, asked me to bring this invitation to you."

The guard quickly went over to Linda after Sarah left.

As Linda was about to take the invitation, Anna stopped her, "My Lady, don't touch it."

Linda drew back her hand. Anna wore a pair of disposable clinical gloves and took the invitation from

the guard's hand.

"This invitation may be tainted with something poisonous, like that business card she gave you before.

We should be careful about it." Anna then took the invitation and examined it.

Linda nodded and told the guard, "You can leave now. If the invitation is poisonous, I will ask Anna to

bring you the antidote."

The guard bowed and left.

After about fifteen minutes, Anna got the results.

"I was right, My Lady. The invitation contains the same poison on the business card. It is a kind of

chronic substance that slowly permeates into people's skin, making the skin fester. It can even

permeate into the internal organs of the body."

Linda was angry and shook her head. "Sarah is so bold. She even dared add the poison to the

invitation. Isn't she afraid that I will get back at her after I find out?"

"I think Sarah expected that no one would notice anything wrong with the invitation, " said Anna.

She wore her gloves, opened the invitation, and showed it to Linda. Linda snickered when she saw

what was inside of it.

The invitation was about Sarah and Brian's wedding.

It read: "Distinguished Lady Haley, I hereby sincerely invite you to attend Lady Sarah and Master

Brian's wedding ceremony on May 1st. The wedding venue..."

Bun's eyes turned red as soon as she saw the invitation.

They would get married in less than a month. Bun had lost contact with Brian these days, so she felt

worried.

She had no idea what to do. She was feeling lost.

Linda knew that Bun felt nervous and lost, so she comforted Bun, "Don't worry. If they get married on

May 1st, I will eat this pillar."

Linda pointed at the big pillar nearby.

Bun was amused by her words.

"Follow my instructions. I have a plan to ensure that Brian will marry you, not Sarah, "

Linda said these words with great confidence.

Bun was moved by Linda's words. She also felt reassured.

"Where is Sarah now?"

"I don't think she could go far. She is driving to the nearby public toilet. I guess that she had already

made a mess in her car." Anna smiled. She was proud of the drug she concocted.


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