After an intense rehearsal with her band and the symphony orchestra at the music rehearsal studio, Iris and Dom climbed into a waiting van.
A cashmere scarf was wrapped around Iris' neck to protect her throat. It felt a little sore, so Dom bought a cup of hot ginger tea from a traditional tea house nearby. The rehearsals would only become more grueling from here on. She needed to protect her vocal chords, especially after the release of her album when she needed to perform on a regular basis.
Anticipating that she and Dom would be both extremely busy promoting her album, they hired a driver. She didn't want to exhaust Dom by making him drive them around during this upcoming busy period.
And she couldn't drive herself. She knew how to drive, but it appeared that Iris Long's body still held a deep trauma when it came to driving. After all, the previous Iris Long died in a car accident while she was driving.
She actually tried driving before when she was well enough after the coma, but when she sat on the driver's seat and started the engine, her body started trembling violently and she almost fainted.
After that, no matter how many times she tried, she couldn't seem to overcome the trauma. She thought of accepting Dr. Ching's suggestion of psychological therapy but quickly rejected the idea.
It was too dangerous.
She was a different person who mysteriously occupied Iris Long's body. At the moment, her personality change could be explained by saying that she was too traumatized after experiencing a life-and-death situation. But when faced with a psychological expert, the gap between the personalities of the old and the new Iris would be too obvious. What if she was mistakenly diagnosed with some kind of mental disorder? As a celebrity, this was far from ideal.
It was not worth the risk.
So what if she couldn't drive?
Iris and Dom sat at the backseat. The traffic was quite heavy.
Bach's "Brandenburg Concertos" softly played inside the van. Iris closed her eyes and relaxed while listening to the classical orchestral music.
She heard Dom gasp loudly beside her. Her eyes opened and she turned her head to see her assistant looking at his mobile phone with a shocked expression.
"Oh my God! Boss! Look at this!" He held the phone in front of her.
"Turn down the music," she told the driver.
Then she watched a shaky video of what looked like some women fighting each other. No, it was three women ganging up on one woman.
Hm? They looked familiar.
"Are those the Alarm Girls?" she asked.
"Yes!"
"According to the uploader, it just happened earlier today. Apparently, the Alarm Girls were supposed to sign an endorsement deal with a company but for some reason, the endorsement deal was suddenly cancelled. The woman is said to be the unfortunate employee who informed them of the bad news. Then I guess those three b*tches couldn't accept it and just beat her up. Tsk tsk. How barbaric!"
Iris leaned her cheek on her hand, looking at the video. "How stupid."
"Ahahaha! I know, right? They're gonna be in big trouble this time. Hmph! They deserve it! Especially after how they treated you boss last Friday. If they weren't girls, I would've punched their ugly, fake, plastic faces already. Hmph! Just remembering the things they said to you makes me so angry. Hmph hmph!"
"Don't think about them anymore," she told Dom before leaning back on her seat. "Turn the music back on," she instructed the driver and Bach's "Brandenburg Concertos" resumed playing inside the van softly. She closed her eyes.
Dom continued scrolling through his phone, even participating in the online discussion. Of course, he was condemning the trio for their barbaric actions. Being Iris' assistant, he learned some easy tricks from her on how to comment online anonymously without being traced. After all, if his name was dragged in the mud, her name would also be dragged alongside his because she was his boss.
Iris let the music gently wash the fatigue away.
She sighed softly, disappointed with the Alarm Girls.
What were they doing, ruining themselves publicly like that?
She was actually looking forward to them provoking her again, so she would gain a legitimate reason to fight with them and ultimately destroy them with her own hands. That was, of course, if they provoked her too far.
She was waiting for them to up their game and try to sting her, so that she could finally crush them.
But from the look of things, she wouldn't even need to lift a finger and the Alarm Girls would already destroy themselves.
Where was the excitement in that?
This was the reason of her earlier "how stupid" comment.
It seemed like she would need to cross out Wanwan, Feifei and Mimi's names from her black notebook sooner than she expected.
How boring.
