Jasmine’s pov

Mike’s kitchen!

“Arrrrrrrgh!”

Adele lets out a screeching sound, I covered my ears at once and shot her a glare.

Luckily, we’re out customer’s coverage, else some of them would have been giving us weird glances.

“Shut up!” I scolded her.

She slapped her hands on her mouth, but doesn’t stop screaming. When she’s had enough, she stopped.

“I knew you’d react this way, that’s why I brought you to the locker room” I told her in warning tone.

She scoffed and shrugged off my words, crazy female.

“You mean, Elvis was sent here by your dad.. to watch over you?” She asked.

“Yeah”

“Now it all makes...