Mr. Scott's sharp eyes landed on the phone submerged in the fish tank. I raised an eyebrow and looked at Daisy, who was standing by, looking pitiful and innocent: "Compensate me for my phone, it's worth 20,000."
Daisy gasped, forgetting her act of vulnerability and innocence, and shrieked: "Are you crazy? What kind of broken phone is worth 20,000? That's extortion!"
After her outburst, she didn't miss a beat in turning to Mr. Blake and Mr. Scott with a look of utter distress, her eyes welling up as if she had been wronged beyond measure. Unfortunately for her, this tactic was wasted on Mr. Scott.
Mr. Scott spoke up, "A phone? If I'm not mistaken, that's a custom one."
I let out a light laugh, my gaze filled with scorn as I looked at Daisy. She realized her mistake and quickly switched
