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Chapter 19 Cold Handcuffs

  • "Argh!"
  • Gigi recoiled. The smell of alcohol permeated her nose.
  • Everyone in the room was confused at the sight.
  • Jean smirked, holding the empty glass.
  • Did Gigi expect her to take all the taunts in stride?
  • When Gigi snapped out of it, her shock turned into anger. She snatched a glass and rushed toward Jean.
  • "Jean! How dare you! I'll kill you!"
  • Jean dodged her. Reaching for the nearest thing, she flung it toward Gigi.
  • A malicious thought crossed Gigi's mind. Jean had missed her target when she threw the glass bottle. Yet it smashed straight into Gigi's face!
  • Gigi yelped and fell to the floor. Blood pooled around her head. 
  • "Murder! Someone attempted murder!"
  • Chaos broke out.
  • Those that feared for their lives left the place immediately.
  • Someone called for an ambulance and the police.
  • It wasn't long before the panic subsided.
  • "What happened? Who did this?"
  • A man in a police uniform questioned those at the scene.
  • "Sir! It's this woman! She hurt my friend. We don't even know if she's still alive."
  • Gigi's friend pointed at Jean, gloating over her.
  • The officer frowned as he pulled out his handcuffs and walked toward Jean. 
  • "Miss, I have to ask you to come with us."
  • Jean furrowed his eyebrows. How did the police come to the scene that quickly?
  • She looked at Gigi, who was holding her head in her hand. She gave Jean a smile.
  • The chilling smile made Jean's blood run cold.
  • The coolness of the handcuffs reminded Jean that she was tricked by Gigi once again.
  • She had fallen into her trap with no way of escape.
  • Edgar sank into the backseat of his car after a board meeting. He rubbed his temples wearily.
  • Miles was in the passenger seat when his phone rang.
  • "Hello? ... What? … Alright, I got it. … Very well, I'll tell Mr. Royden."
  • Frowning, Edgar opened his eyes. He looked toward his assistant exhaustedly.
  • "What is it?"
  • Miles was troubled. "Mr. Royden, it's… it's about Ms. Eyer."