Chapter 38 Potion

"You're as detestable as your mom, so let's start with you first." Rosa coldly snorted. The steward carefully unscrewed the bottle cap. Rosa gazed at the potion. Once these kids drink it, her mission would be accomplished! "Has anyone ever told you that you bear a striking resemblance to the old witch?" Zoya grinned at Rosa. In the dim factory, many corners remained unlit. Rosa and the steward, engrossed in their own tasks, paid little mind to their surroundings. As Zoya conversed with Rosa, Teresa's hands deftly worked in the darkness. In the shadows, Teresa's nimble hands were akin to dancing flowers. With ease, Teresa untied the ropes binding them. "Feed her the potion!" Rosa directed the steward. The steward walked towards Zoya, his demeanor reminiscent of an executioner offering poison to a princess. Zoya's face bore a smile, undaunted. Feeling the ropes around her limbs suddenly slacken, Zoya grinned mischievously. Just as the steward was about to approach, she swif