The Golden Scheme

Stella held her numb head and looked over.

Nadia, who had been hiding behind Paul, had appeared out of nowhere, holding the tennis racket high in her hands.

The top of the poor-quality racket drooped down, and a light blue strap loosely covered an iron handle.

"You hit me?" Stella finally understood. She stared at Nadia with her mouth agape. The whites of her eyes rolled to the back of her head!