As she undressed, she noticed her thighs were red and bruised. Damn it! Her legs were her best feature. How could they end up like this?

A wave of anger surged through her.

After her shower, Hadley turned on the faucet and let the warm water flow. She stood on the mat and poured a lot of shower gel on the floor, making it very slippery but not noticeable.

The shower gel seeped through the gaps, making the floor dangerously slick.

“Lilah, could you please get me a bath towel?" Hadley asked, her voice hoarse.

"Okay," Lilah replied, grabbing a fresh towel from the cabinet and walking over in flimsy hotel slippers.

The slippers were cheaply made, with soles that had no grip.

Hadley couldn't help but laugh, picturing Lilah slipping and falling.

The bathroom door was frosted glass. If Lilah ran into it, it would make a loud noise and hurt.

Lilah approached, wearing the shoddy slippers.

Hadley's heart raced with excitement.

However, the anticipated scene didn't unfold.

Lilah stood firm, handing over the bath towel. "Open the door," she said.

Hadley was so frustrated she nearly choked.

That bitch, how did she get so Lucky!

Fine, there would always be next time.

Hadley opened the door and reached for the towel.

At that moment, her feet slipped, pain shooting through her as she fell into Lilah's arms.

Yet, Lilah didn't slip. She frowned, catching Hadley with a look of disdain.

"Why are you so careless?" Lilah asked. She helped Hadley out of the bathroom.

Hadley had sprained her ankle, the pain intense.

Watching Lilah rummage through her suitcase, Hadley fumed silently.

Why? Why? Why was this bitch so Lucky?

“Come and sit down," Lilah said, holding a bottle of essential oil.