Bab 543: The culprit

"Miss Arizona, what's the matter? I will find the hairbrush right away," Prakrith immediately started looking for her hairbrush as Arizona went hysterical.

"Are you sure you left it here?" Prakrith asked.

Arizona looked at her, her eyes almost looking maniacal.

"Who came to my room?" Arizona asked before in a split second, she pushed Prakrith into the wall, her hand gripping the witch's neck in a tight grip.

"You were the one responsible for ensuring the safety of this room, no? Who came here? Huh? Are you one of them? Are you with them? H-how did my hair brush vanish out of the blue? Answer me, damn it!" Arizona looked at the witch straight into her eyes.

Prakrith's face contorted in pain as she struggled for the witch to let go of her neck.

She gasped for air, flailing her legs in the air helplessly.