Chapter 602

He'd heard the villa's owner had a weakness for young women... Peter had no idea Michelle was so eager to impress. Racking his brains for a way to stand out, he asked Anderson, "What do we do next?"

"Explore the rooms one by one, of course."

The haunted-house expedition had been a spur-of-the-moment idea. Anderson didn't have a plan.

Michelle said, "This villa has twelve master bedrooms, forty-nine guest rooms, eighteen bathrooms, and entertainment facilities like an indoor pool, a sauna, a gym, a billiards room, and a home theater.

"Are you sure you want to explore every room?"

Anderson said, "Well... let's come back to that."

Peter said, "We can skip the bathrooms, right? They can't be that big..."

Michelle shot Peter a look. "The bathrooms here might be bigger than your living room."

After a moment's thought, Michelle said earnestly, "Sorry, I should be more confident. Let's take out the 'might.'"

Anderson and Peter both lowered their heads. Poverty had limited their imaginations.

Michelle said, "The newspaper said Mr. Korvos died in a bedroom. Let's find the bedrooms and check them one by one.

"No matter how many we get through, we leave the moment it hits midnight."

Anderson nodded. "Sure. That's pretty much what I was thinking.

"Ha, haha. Great minds think alike."

"There are four of us. We could split into two groups,"

Peter suggested.

He was a teenager desperate to make himself noticed.

Michelle glanced sideways at Peter. Characters in horror movies often got picked off one by one because some idiot suggested splitting up—and everyone agreed.

She hadn't expected Peter to be that idiot.

They had grown up as neighbors. Michelle knew Peter so well she could tell what he was thinking before he opened his mouth.

*Please. He just wants to pair up