Chapter 1607:
But when the assistant thought about how kind Tiffany had been to her, she felt it had been worth it. At least she hadnât aligned herself with these malicious people. What did it matter if she couldnât work in the industry anymore? Even if it meant leaving the industry altogether, she would never work with someone as despicable as this!
The assistant quickly pulled out her phone, ready to call Tiffany, but before she could even unlock it, her colleagues rushed over and pinned her to the floor.
âYou⦠Youâ¦â
The assistantâs eyes widened in sheer disbelief.
When the assistant first joined the company, she worked under Melinda. After Melindaâs passing, she had served Tiffany. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that the company harbored such a sinister underbelly.
Moira sneered, a cruel grin playing on her lips, as she pressed her heel into the assistantâs hand.
âYou wonât get the chance to warn anyone or call the police.â
With a malicious smile, Moira pulled out her phone and dialed a number that seemed all too familiar. Her voice turned fawning as she said, âSir, I have found an attractive girl here. Yes, Iâll have someone send her your way. She is a little more defiant, so perhaps you can teach her a lessonâ¦â
Just then, Tiffanyâs furious voice thundered from the doorway, âAre you all out of your minds?â
Every head in the office snapped toward the entrance, and in an instant, their expressions twisted into something dark and predatory.
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Moiraâs lips curled into a taunting grin.
âAnother sweet girl needing you to teach her a lesson, sir. Iâll capture her for you instantly.â
Moira winked at her subordinates, and with a signal, three menâwho usually handled the camerasâbegan making their way toward Tiffany.
After parking the car, Harlee had gone to buy a baseball cap and mask, hoping to avoid being recognized. She hadnât expected to walk into such a scene. No wonder Tiffany had received a bloody knife. This wasnât some high-end entertainment agencyâit was a front for criminals!
Harlee frowned. Capturing another girl? From the conversation she had overheard, it sounded like she had walked straight into a human trafficking operation. She couldnât help but wonder if there was a reward for taking down this ring.
Pushing aside her thoughts, Harlee sauntered in, her sharp gaze sweeping across the room and taking in the figures poised for action. Without hesitation, she quickened her pace.
Tiffany followed, her face as cold as steel. As they passed the group of cameramen, she pulled a baton from behind her back and struck each of them in turn without hesitation. She had received it from Harlee, who told her to focus on defending herself if anyone tried to attack. Harlee would make sure she was protected.
Seething with anger, the cameramen turned to attack Tiffany. However, Harlee casually glanced at them, raised an eyebrow, and said in a calm voice, âThere is something known as tit for tat. Thatâs not too hard to understand, is it?â In the blink of an eye, Harlee lunged forward, seizing the broad shoulder of the burliestâ¦
With a swift, controlled motion, she applied just enough pressureâabout eighty percent of her strengthâand the air was soon filled with a gut-wrenching scream.
âShut up!â Harlee snapped, her glare fiery with irritation.
Drenched in sweat, the cameraman bit down hard on his lip, doing everything he could to hold back another scream. A quiet, unsettling voice in his head warned him that if he dared scream again, he might lose his chin.
Satisfied with the effect, Harlee loosened her grip and let him go. She had planned on handling things with money today, not violence. But somehow, the situation had spiraled. Maybe she should have called Rhys to come along. After all, with all his energy, he would have made a far better fighter.
The office stood in stunned silence. Some employees had collapsed into their chairs, too shaken to move. Tiffanyâs fighter was downright terrifying. Moiraâs team was no stranger to crime. Each of them had dirt on their hands, and now, staring at Harleeâs unwavering strength, a cold wave of fear swept over them.
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