However, after she bought all the goods and put them on the tricycle, she found that a tire had been removed. Two seemingly honest young men went to Kyla and said, âOh, the tire of your tricycle is gone.
You canât ride it anymore. Thereâs a garage right next to us. Why donât we help you take your bike over there to have it fixed?â
Kyla instantly recalled the sellers mentioning how tricycles and electric bikes were getting their tires punctured or removed when she was restocking, which caused the nearby garageâs business to soar.
Many who went to the garage to fix their bikes were brutally ripped off.
Many people in the market speculated that the people from the garage were responsible for all these incidents, but the surveillance cameras installed outside were damaged. A few days after they fixed the surveillance cameras, they would break again.
Kyla immediately said, âNo thanks. Iâll think of something else.â
âWhat else can you do? The garage is just next door, and itâs convenient. We only want to do you a favor. It would take a long time for a woman like you to tow your bike to the garage yourself with all these things.â
âNo thanks! Iâll figure it out myself,â said Kyla.
The two peopleâs expressions changed instantly. They stopped pretending to look honest and spoke menacingly, âDonât take things the hard way when weâre giving you a choice. You have to fix it over there whether you like it or not!â
With that said, the two men wanted to move Kylaâs electric tricycle over.
Kyla said quickly, âWhat are you doing? Iâm calling the police!â
âSure, call the police. You asked us to help you move the tricycle to the garage, and now you changed your mind. Weâll leave if you pay us 500 dollars. We canât have done all this in vain, can we?â
The two men spoke casually, but Kyla knew she had run into scoundrels.
500 dollars was not a small amount of money for her. She took out her phone and planned to call the police.
The two men immediately jumped at her, trying to snatch the phone from her hand.
Kyla tried to avoid them, but they grabbed her hair so violently that she leaned backward.
âAh!â A scream was let out from her mouth.
Just then, a man yanked the hand that held Kylaâs hair and yelled, âLet go! Iâve called the police. Theyâll be here in a minute! Letâs see whoâs the one whoâll be in trouble when weâre at the police station!â
The two men spat at that and snapped, âDamn it! Donât let us see you again!â
With that said, the two people quickly left. Kyla looked at the person who just helped her out⦠It was Chase Harper!
âChase, thank you,â Kyla said gratefully.
Chase Harper said, âIâm old now, almost 40. People call me Old Chase. Are you okay? What the hell just happened?â
âItâs fine. Itâs nothing serious.â Kyla explained what had happened while tying her hair.
Chase Harper looked at Kylaâs hands as she tied her hair dexterously. He could not help but say in envy, âYou women have such flexible fingers when tying your hair. I can never do it well. Itâs a mess every time I help my daughter tie her hair.â