George was a man of honor. Since he agreed, my plan was already half successful. The rest was up to Sylvia's performance. In fact, if Sylvia were to also believe in my plan completely and took the drug, then the plan would be flawless, and Mr. Sassoon would certainly fall for it.
After hanging up the phone, I went to the living room and glanced toward Sylvia, who nodded slightly. Then I noticed that in front of Felicia was half a glass of orange juice.
"Sis, do you feel hot?" said Felicia suddenly.
I glanced toward Sylvia. The next second, I was dumbfounded when Felicia tried to remove her small white tank top, but Sylvia held it down for her.
"Steven, you are not allowed to look, Felicia is still a child. Go back to the bedroom," Sylvia said as she glared at me.
"Oh! Okay!" I agreed,
