The Second Act Revenge (Oneida and Jackson)
The Second Act 90

Chapter 90

After a moment of thought, Oneida decided to get to the bottom of the mysterious parcel by checking it out at the drop-off point.

She ransacked the space and finally came upon a parcel with her name on it, only to see that the packaging was badly damaged. She could not even tell what the parcel originally looked like.

At the sight of this, Oneida's brows knitted together.

There was a strange and pungent smell leaking from the torn-up parcel. Curious, she began to inspect it.

She reached out to tear away the rest of the packaging.

Inside the parcel was something dark and densely-packed.

Upon closer look, she realized that those were dead cockroaches.

Before Oneida could react, the girls around her who had come to collect their parcels let out ear-piercing screams.

"How sick do you have to be to buy something like that online?"

"That's so gross! Get it away from me!"

"Are those cockroaches? There's so many of them..."

Oneida remained expressionless.

She immediately fished out her phone and dialed the deliveryman's number, then asked about the details of this parcel.

The deliveryman repeatedly emphasized that the parcel was in perfect condition when he dropped it off.

"Who sent the package, then?" Oneida demanded icily.

"That's private and confidential information, Miss," the deliveryman said, having no intention to reveal the identity of the sender.

Oneida did not press him any further and decidedly hung up the phone.

She wondered if someone had given her this parcel as a practical joke or if the parcel was sabotaged right here at the drop-off point.

"Uh, Miss?" The drop-off point administrator looked a little sick as he asked, "What would you like to do with that parcel?"

"Were you here the entire time when these parcels were dropped off?" Oneida turned to look at the administrator and asked in a low voice. "Yeah," he replied a little helplessly.

"In that case, did you see anyone who lingered around my parcel or paid particular attention to it?" she added, her expression stony as Oneida stared down the administrator.

"Imean..." The administrator frowned and scratched his head as he tried to remember. "There were a lot of people who came by, so I can't recall if... Oh! Now that you mentioned it, there was this one student!" His eyes lit up, and he raised his voice as he elaborated, "A girl..."

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A girl?

Oneida immediately had a feeling who it might be, but she asked nonetheless, "What did she look like?"

"Tall, kind of pretty, and she was wearing a short dress..."

"From Rocket Class, right?" Oneida guessed, having already figured out who the girl was.

"Yeah!" the administrator confirmed earnestly.

"Thanks," Oneida said coolly, then took the affronting parcel with her as she left.

She walked purposefully to Rocket Class, where Yuliana was.

There were a couple of students hovering by the classroom entryway when they noticed Oneida. She was an unfamiliar face, and they could not help appraising her from head to toe as she approached them. "Is she from Regular Class?" one of them asked contemptuously

Oneida was not wearing any badges that indicated she might be from non-regular classes.

"What's a kid from Regular Class doing here? This is Rocket Class, you know..." someone else piped up condescendingly.

"Get back to your Regular Class where the rest of the rabble are! This is Rocket Class, not some playground for commoners..."

Oneida ignored these unkind remarks, looking completely unbothered by them.

"I'm here to see Yuliana," she enunciated clearly and indifferently, her voice so cold that it could freeze the room.

The students were a little taken aback by this.

"Yuliana, someone's looking for you," a student who sat near the door called out to the rest of the class.

It was not long before Yuliana came out of the classroom.

When she saw Oneida standing out in the hallway, she was astonished, and a little uneasy.

She didn't think Oneida would figure things out so soon and come looking for her!

"But, how did she know it was me?" she asked herself frantically

There was a dangerous gleam in Oneida's eyes as she bit out, "Hand it over."

She did not care about who sent her a parcel or what was in it, but she would not condone Yuliana's audacity to touch what was hers! SEND GIFT