They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System
Chapter 88 - 88 She Wouldn't Dare

Chapter 88: She Wouldn’t Dare Chapter 88: She Wouldn’t Dare Panic flickered across his face, and without wasting another second, he marched back to her, gesturing frantically for her to get back inside her room.

“Quick!

Get inside,” he whispered harshly, his eyes darting toward the approaching servant.

Nnenna smirked but stepped back into her room, allowing him to follow.

He practically shoved her inside, slamming the door shut behind him.

For a moment, he stood there, his breath shallow as if he had just escaped a near disaster.

“What is it now?

Can’t you just handle this without making it complicated?” he said, exasperation dripping from his tone.

But there was something else in his voice, a hint of fear.

The thought of being discovered seemed to haunt him.

Nnenna tilted her head, amused by his clear discomfort.

“Well, Second Brother,” she started slowly, drawing out her words as an idea sparked in her mind.

Then, she paused, her lips curling into a sly smile.

This could be my chance, she realized.

Obinna bringing this to her was an unintentional gift, one she could use to her advantage.

If she played her cards right, this could be her opportunity to finally score a phone.

After all, Ikenna had promised her one but had not followed through, even after her discharge.

For all she knew, he might never get her one.

‘Who knows if I’ll even see him again,’ she thought, a brief flicker of sadness crossing her mind.

Clearing her throat, she straightened up and looked at Obinna.

“Actually, I can’t help you with this,” she said, her tone calculated, waiting to see his reaction.

Obinna’s eyebrows furrowed, and irritation flashed in his eyes.

“What do you mean you can’t?” Nnenna bit back a grin.

Hook, line, and sinker.

“I can’t help you because the line of communication isn’t secure,” Nnenna said, letting the silence stretch just enough to make him uneasy.

Obinna’s frown deepened, his shoulders stiffening.

For a brief moment, he seemed worried that she might be refusing outright.

But when her words sank in, relief flickered across his face.

‘So, it wasn’t rebellion.

Just practicality,’ he thought.

“It’s not secure…

indeed,” he muttered, nodding as if he had come to this conclusion himself.

“You’re right.

It isn’t.” Nnenna resisted the urge to roll her eyes at how quickly he agreed, his expression one of forced seriousness.

She had learned long ago that her second brother preferred having others think for him, especially when it came to things outside his comfort zone.

“What do you think we should do to solve this?” he asked, his tone almost casual, as though the answer wasn’t entirely his problem.

Nnenna’s lips twitched in amusement.

This was playing out perfectly.

He wasn’t even bothering to think it through, and that suited her just fine.

‘The less effort on his part, the better for me,’ she mused.

She straightened up, her expression calm and composed.

“I need a phone,” she stated firmly but not aggressively.

“That way, communication becomes much easier.

You won’t have to keep sneaking around, looking over your shoulder every time you need me to handle something.

I can just call you directly to report.

Problem solved.” She said it so smoothly, framing it as though it was entirely for his benefit, hiding her own interests beneath a layer of logic.

Obinna paused, his brow furrowing in thought.

He looked at her, then at the laptop in her hands, as if weighing the idea.

“Hmm.

A phone…” he murmured, as if the thought had just occurred to him.

Nnenna nodded, doing her best to keep her expression neutral.

Inside, however, she was celebrating.

Obinna’s thoughtful expression shifted abruptly, his eyes narrowing.

Something dark flickered across his face.

“What are you trying to do?” he demanded, his voice harsh and suspicious.

Nnenna raised a brow, startled by the sudden shift in tone.

“Excuse me?” she replied, her voice steady despite the change in atmosphere.

“You think you’re clever, don’t you?” he sneered, stepping closer.

“You want a phone so you can gather evidence against me, isn’t that it?” Nnenna blinked, stunned by the absurd accusation.

“Evidence against you?” she asked, keeping her tone as neutral as possible.

Obinna pointed a finger at her, his scowl deepening.

“Let me tell you something, Nnenna.

One of the only reasons you’re still in this house is because you’re slightly useful.

Slightly.” His voice was cold, dripping with disdain.

“Your job is simple, just do the work I give you.

No tricks, no schemes.” He crossed his arms, towering over her like an interrogator.

“You think I don’t know what you’re up to?

Trying to get a phone so you can secretly work against me?

Don’t even think about it.

I existed long before you were old enough to know what’s going on.

And for the past years, you’ve worked under me.

Don’t get any ideas, little sister,” he warned, his voice brimming with confidence.

Despite his bravado, Nnenna noticed a flicker of unease in his eyes.

‘So, you’re not as confident as you’re pretending to be,’ she thought.

But just as quickly as the unease appeared, it vanished.

Obinna straightened, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeve.

“You wouldn’t be that stupid anyway,” he muttered, almost to himself.

“You’re an orphan.

Do you really want to risk your place here?

Even in a royal family, you wouldn’t be so foolish as to jeopardize that, would you?” Nnenna did not reply, holding her ground as he glared at her.

Obinna smirked, convinced he had the upper hand.

‘She wouldn’t dare,’ he thought, satisfied with his conclusion.

He dismissed the nagging doubts in his mind, deciding she posed no real threat.

“Now, enough nonsense,” he barked, his tone brisk.

“Do the work I gave you.

Fast.

Don’t make me regret giving it to you.” Seeing that she was still standing there, looking at him with calm, defiant eyes, Obinna’s irritation flared.

“What are you doing just standing there?

Move!” he barked, his voice sharp and impatient.

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