CHAPTER 164: EAT MY FIST

Victoria raised her fist and asked, "I'll ask you one last time: are you going to come with us for a chat?" Michael knew he couldn't go with them. If he did, he might not return safely. "I'm sorry, but I have something to do. I can't chat today," Michael said as he backed away. Maybe another time when I'm free." As Michael backed away, Victoria followed him, her eyes narrowing. "Don't leave, I haven't finished talking." In a panic, Michael threw his bag towards Victoria, spilling the paints inside. Victoria and Sarah quickly stepped aside to avoid the mess, allowing Michael to run. "There are only two staircases. You go down the east one; I'll take the west. We must catch him; otherwise, it'll be hard to find him next time," Victoria decided. If they let Michael escape now, he might not return to class. Art students could afford to skip classes, but Victoria couldn't. She had too much to do. Sarah agreed, "Alright, I'll help you catch him." Victoria chased Michael down the stair