Under the curious stares of a crowd eager for drama, Chase Fields suddenly strode toward Wendy Moore, backing her step by step toward the edge of the pristine blue swimming pool.
Panicked, Wendy stumbled backward, her voice trembling with fear as she stared at him. "C-Chase... what exactly do you want?!"
The man before her wore a thin black shirt, hands in his pockets, exuding an intimidating aura. He continued advancing until she was pressed against the pool's edge, then spoke coldly, "Will you jump in yourself, or must I push you?"
Before she could react, Wendy lost her footing and fell backward into the pool with a loud splash.
"Ahh—!"
A shriek echoed.
"Chase! Wendy! You monsters!"
On the shore stood a group of wealthy young men and women, dressed in designer clothes. The moment
