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10 minutes later, Tiffany Clifford came out, her cheeks flushed from drinking quite a bit. She grumbled as soon as she appeared, âYou donât know, after you went to the bathroom, all those guys took turns forcing drinks on me. I almost couldnât catch my breath.â
âAre you okay?â Enna Clark rubbed her back with concern.
Tiffany waved her hand as if to say she was fine before turning to Enna and asked seriously, âI should be the one asking you. Enna, are you alright? That old pervert didnât take advantage of you, did he?â
âNo, he only touched my hand before I kicked him into the toilet. I was worried heâd come out and cause trouble, so I asked you to leave first.â
Tiffany was not happy with her reply, âYouâre too bold! Didnât you consider what could have happened if he didnât get stuck in the toilet? Seriously, when encountering such situations, running is the best option. No need for a honey trap!â
Enna stuck out her tongue and shook Tiffanyâs arm, âAlright, Sister Tiffany, donât be angry with me. I was angry at the time too, and I had a backup plan. If he didnât get stuck, I wouldâve hit his head with a bucket and kicked his crotch. When he experienced pain, I would run. Who knew heâd be so unlucky and just happened to get stuck in the toilet.â
Plus, it wasnât that she didnât want to run. At the time, Brody Smith was standing by the womenâs restroom, clearly showing no intention of letting her leave. If she didnât comply, Brody might have forced himself on her. Then it would have been a battle of wills, and it was hard to say who would lose. She had no choice but to take a risky move.
âBut Sister Tiffany, Iâve offended Brody Smith, and this deal probably wonât go through. I might even drag you down with me⦠Iâm sorry.â She spoke in a low voice.
It didnât matter to her if she got fired; after all, she had hit that pervert. But she didnât want to drag Tiffany down.
âWhat are you talking about? Forget it, whatâs done is done. Heâs not our boss, itâs none of his business!â Tiffany patted her shoulder for comfort, then took out her phone and made a call.
After a short while, a black Santana pulled up. The window rolled down, revealing a genuine and sunny-looking man who greeted her, âTiffany.â
Tiffanyâs face lit up with a happy smile, and she turned to Enna, âBrother Smith came to pick me up. Letâs go together. You donât have to go back to the office today. Iâll tell Fat Fish that you can rest at home for a day.â
Enna didnât want to go back to the office, but she didnât plan on being a third wheel either. She winked at her, declining the offer. âYou guys go ahead; Iâll take a cab.â
Tiffany tried to pull her along but gave up when Enna resisted. She got into the car and reminded Enna through the window, âSend me a message when you get home.â
âAlright, bye.â
âBye. â
The Santana drove awayâ
When the car was far enough away, Enna walked down the road towards the street corner.
It was now just 12:30 pm, and the streets were bustling with people hurrying about.
She breathed in some fresh air, and the burning pain in her stomach finally eased a bit. She didnât know if it was because she caught a chill, but her head began to feel heavy.
At that moment, her phone rang in her bag.
She thought it was Tiffany, so she picked up the call without even looking.
âHello?â
âUh⦠Iâm near Constructa Road. Is there something you need? â¦Iâll go to the villa and cook later â¦No, I have time⦠Yeah, Iâll wait for you here.â
Enna hung up and found a bus stop to sit down.
Less than 3 minutes later, a black Land Rover pulled up in front of her. Seeing her, the driver got out of the car and asked her courteously with a bow, âYoung Madam, sorry to keep you waiting..â