Genius Girl-Chapter 230 - 230: The mysterious box in the Vault
Chapter 230 - 230: The mysterious box in the Vault
Chapter 230:
After Caitlyn and Camille left, Selena went upstairs. Turning her head to different directions looking for people around. When she realized that the hallway was empty, she opened Camille's bedroom.
She sighed in relief, the room was unlocked so she went inside and closed the door behind.
She looked around, the room was the same as before though there were more clothes around scattered on the bed, couch and even the side table. Her face screwed up, such messy room for a supermodel.
Blowing her cheeks like a fish, Selena went closer to the closet. One by one, she opened the door.
Dresses, shoes, bags and accessories, her head shook in disbelief. Camille seemed to have brought all of her stuff in her uncle house.
When she opened the last door, her eyebrows creased. She found a vault inside, it was not new to her since every room in the villa has one and like a cat, she began to feel curious.
She gulped hard and held the vault knob but it was locked just as she suspected.
She sighed, rested both hands on her h.i.p.s thinking how to open it.
"Is it her birthday?" she said talking to herself.
So, she raised a hand in the air and reached for the vault. Midway, she froze, suddenly realizing that she didn't even know her birthday.
She sighed and shook her head, "stupid me," she murmured and took out the phone from her back pocket. After some seconds, she was able to find Camille's birthday but none of the formats she used was accepted.
She twisted her lips, raised her hand once again and pointed a finger at the vault.
"Abra Cadabra!" She said in a whisper, one eye squinting hoping for it to open even though she knew that it's impossible.
"Open sesame!" this time, she swayed both hands in the air, fingertips pointing at the vault. But none of her magic enchantment worked.
As the irritation rushed over her, Selena groaned loudly, she stomped her feet like a little bratty kid while her hands were itching to throw the vault.
She shut her eyes, took a few breaths to clear her mind.
"She's obsessed about my uncle so maybe…" when an idea came in her mind, Selena's eye glistened. Without wasting time, she pressed her uncle's birthday.
DING!
Her eyes widened when the vault slightly opened. With her heart racing uncontrollably, she opened the vault.
All the excitement that made her heart pulverize and eyes shone evaporated when she saw a box inside.
She picked it up, head tilting in curiosity. Slowly, she opened the box and when she saw what's inside, a faint squeal let out from her lips and dropped the box to the floor.
Lips shaking like a leaf, Selena stared at the male like genital that came out of the box. It started vibrating when landed on the floor causing her skin to shiver.
She crawled backwards like a scared little baby, eyes were wide in shock staring at the vibrating thing inside.
"Is that real?" she murmured confusedly.
"Did she kill someone?" she breathed out, her shoulders tense as she stared at the floor.
She gulped hard and took her phone out of her pocket with trembling hands, then she opened google assistant and asked what's on the floor.
It took some time before the app responded and said, "it's a s.e.x toy called dildo…"
Selena didn't let the phone finished its sentence, she quickly closed the app while her breathing quickened.
She had seen a man genital in her biology class but she had never seen one in real or even a toy.
Her nose scrunched up in disgust, how could Camille have this in her room.
With her butt on the floor, Selena folded her legs, she laid her chin on her knees while her eyes were dumbfounded staring at the s.e.x toy continuously shaking on the floor.
It took some time before the toy stopped moving, and when it did, Selena got up. She took one of the shirts from the closet and used it to pick up the s.e.x toy and put it back in the box.
She walked closer to the vault, thinking of returning it when her mind suddenly thought of something.
As the plan slowly boiled up in her mind, Selena's lips curved a smile. She swiftly grabbed one of Camille's bag and put the box inside and like a ninja, she left the room quietly.
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Meanwhile at the coffee shop next to the Su Financial Building.
Camille and Caitlyn were chatting, enjoying their coffee. It's only a week before the V magazine will release their monthly issue which has Scarlet as a cover.
Caitlyn picked up her mug and moved it closer to her red lips, her brown eyes shone in excitement as she stared at Camille who was sitting opposite of her.
"So, Camille," she said with a happy tone, putting down the mug she continued, "I want you and Evan to be the cover of this month issue. We can announce your wedding date in the article."
Camille froze for a moment; she was not sure herself when the wedding will be as Evan said to postpone it.
Gulping hard, she picked up her mug and gulped her coffee.
"Don't you think it is too late? You have Scarlet right?"
Caitlyn shrugged nonchalantly, "we don't have an actual contract so it's fine. That gay can't sue me since it's a verbal contract. We can shoot thee photos for three, leaving me four days for printing."
Camille rose a brow, getting her engagement released in the V magazine was a good way to let everyone know that she has Evan.
Suddenly, Daniella's figure flashed in her mind. She smiled while the excitement rushed over her making her eyes shine.
"I am just quite worried about Evan's ex," Caitlyn's skin shivered by the sudden thought, "I heard about what she'd done to Ruth and Rose. They cancelled the show because of that."
Camille couldn't agree more, Daniella was indeed crazy and it's hard to predict her next action but it's been weeks and no one had seen her. She was like a bubble that vanished into thin air.
Taking a long breath, Camille stared at Caitlyn, "Don't worry about her. Just get some guards and she will not touch you."
"Also, I want the attack that Daniella did to me in the police station to be featured in the magazine. Can you do that?"
"Of course," Caitlyn quickly replied in relief.
