Chapter 152
That little brat! He actually gave me the nastiest one he had. Getting pretty bold, isn’t he?‘ Winifred grumbled to herself.
“Why are you still here?” Winifred snapped, her tone sharp and impatient.
Sienna just shrugged, “Didn’t you want a tattoo? I can do it for you myself. What kind of design do you want?”
Winifred stared at her in disbelief. ‘Is she for real? She’s actually offering to give me a tattoo? She doesn’t even object at all?‘ she thought, still unable to wrap her head around it.
Feeling a bit skeptical but curious, she asked, “You really want to give me a tattoo? Can you actually do it?”
Sienna gave her a faint smile. “I can. I’ve got a tattoo license–if you want to see it, I’ll show you. And if you don’t like the result, I can always fix it for you.”
Lana added, “Ms. Winifred Hart, she’s not lying–Ms. Sienna Hart’s tattoo skills are seriously amazing.”
Honestly, Winifred couldn’t help but feel tempted. She’d always wanted to get a mark inked on her arm, believing that would be a true symbol of who she was.
But she was a total wimp when it came to pain.
She’d watched people get tattoos before–every single one of them was either gritting their teeth or making the most ridiculous faces. And honestly? The finished tattoos always looked kind of hideous.
“Alright, I’ll give you one shot. But listen up–this is your only chance. If I’m not satisfied, you better be ready to face the consequences,” Winifred threatened.
“Okay.” Sienna nodded.
Sienna followed Winifred back home. She’d already looked into that place beforehand, so nothing there really surprised her.
‘She must’ve gone through a lot to get all this. It couldn’t have been easy–she probably paid a hefty price for everything she has now, Sienna thought to herself.
Lana couldn’t help but be a little impressed with Winifred. She wondered, ‘For someone so young, she’s managed to carve out such a big territory all by herself.
‘According to Anya Yeast, Vivian Hart is a total prodigy when it comes to business and investments.
‘But then again, they are both Ms. Sienna Hart’s sisters–there’s no way they’d be completely useless. They just need the right guidance and a bit of training.
Winifred swaggered in with a chilled vibe, looking as carefree as ever.
She was just about to throw her leg up over the arm of the chair when she realized Sienna was standing right next to her–tall, dressed in a white gown, her heels easily adding another couple of inches to her height.
Sienna gave off a chill, almost aristocratic vibe that made it impossible for anyone to ignore her presence.
Winifred quietly dropped her leg back down, her hand drifting to the pack of cigarettes in her pocket–then hesitated. ‘Wait, why am I acting like I’m afraid of her?‘ she caught herself, annoyed at her own reaction.
Trying to look unfazed, Winifred pulled out a cigarette and lit it, her eyes flicking over to Sienna’s face. She half–expected Sienna to say something, but Sienna just stood there, calm as ever, as if smoking was the most normal thing in the world.
Winifred couldn’t hold it in anymore. She pushed herself up, leaned in close, and shot Sienna a glare. “Well? Don’t you have anything to
say to me?
Sienna stared right back at her. Both of them had those signature amorous eyes–Sienna’s sharp and cold as ice, while Winifred’s were dark, fierce, and shadowed with a kind of stubborn gloom, The heavy circles under her eyes only made her look even more like a rebellious troublemaker.
“Did you survive all these years?” Sienna asked, her tone cool and even.
That was definitely not the question Winifred expected. She threw her feet up on the table, sprawled out on the couch with her arms
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wide open, looking every bit the wild, untamed delinquent.
“You think I’m as useless as those two losers? One’s a basket case, the other’s just getting played,” Winifred scoffed.
If Sienna didn’t know everything Winifred had been through, she might’ve actually bought that tough, fearless act of hers.
“Enough already–are you giving me the tattoo or not? If not, then leave. If you are, then hurry up and get started,” Winifred snapped.
“I’m gonna go change. Wait here,” Sienna said, not bothering to look back.
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Sienna took the clothes Lana handed over. Lana had already set up all the tools. Sienna tied her hair up in a high ponytail, her eyes now carrying a distinctly stern edge.
She changed into a black half–buttoned shirt and a pair of black shorts, swapping her heels for flats. The new look was lazy and relaxed
-compared to before, she seemed less aloof and a bit softer.
“This is my place, you know. You sure are making yourself comfortable,” Winifred grumbled.
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