(Michelle POV)
If Lara Chua was going to reclaim her throne in this villa, she wasn't going to do it through tears.
She was going to do it through violence.
"Alright," she announced, standing in the middle of a blinding white clearing like a general about to wage war on perfectly good snow. "Since Vince insists I choose the first activity… we're doing a timed snow obstacle course."
A pause.
Wind rustled the pine branches.
Even the mountains felt judgmental.
Andy squinted. "Timed?"
"Yes."
Jeff frowned. "Obstacle?"
"Yes."
Vince gasped in delight. "Challenge?"
"Yes."
Anthony murmured, "We're going to die."
Lara's lips curved faintly. "Unlikely. But you will suffer."
Somewhere inside my soul, the thirty-year-old executive in me began writing a formal resignation letter.
But the teenage body I was currently trapped in?
It adjusted its boots and whispered: Let chaos reign.
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(Vince POV – Architect of Disaster)
I had never been prouder.
