Sparkle frantically hugged her clothes and hid in the closet, gripping the handle tightly.
"Click," the door opened, and a couple entered, tearing each other's clothes off impatiently.
Sparkle held her breath in the closet, her heart pounding fiercely, afraid of being discovered.
After about twenty minutes, the couple finally finished, and the woman's voice, deliberately flirtatious, sounded: "Professor Hightower, no matter what, you must not let Sparkle win the championship."
"Linda, you know well, today Lord Imperia openly praised her and personally partnered with her. If I make things difficult for her, it would be like going against Lord Imperia..."
Judge Hightower lit a cigarette, lay comfortably on the sofa, his eyes continuously glancing at Linda's graceful body.
"If Sparkle gets first place, Mr. Lancaster will definitely be unhappy, and then neither of us will get away unscathed." Linda snuggled into his embrace, teasing him incessantly.
"Well..."
