“Who’d you come here with, gorgeous?” the drunks staggered forward, completely blocking Miranda’s path with lewd, greasy smiles. “Why don’t you come party in our room?”
“Move,” Miranda said, her voice turning icy as she fought back a wave of nausea.
“Hahaha!” The men’s laughter grated on her ears, and one of them reached out with a grimy hand. “Come on, whatever they’re paying you, we’ll pay you ten times more.”
“Get lost!” Miranda stepped back, deftly avoiding his touch as she pulled out her phone to call Hayden. How dare they? These clueless thugs had no idea who they were messing with!
“Smack!”
Seeing her move, one of the drunks lost his temper and slapped the phone from her hand.
“Do you have any idea whose territory this is?” they boasted, slapping the leader on the back. “This is Glenn Garner! You’ve heard of him, right? One of the biggest names in Eclara City.”
Miranda didn’t say a word. Her gaze, growing colder by the second, was fixed on her phone lying in the corner. That phone was a recent gift from Hayden. Her husband had just bought it for her, and she’d been so careful with it, terrified of getting a single scratch on it. And these bastards had just slapped it to the ground.
“You’re asking for it,” Miranda growled, slowly raising her hands and rolling up her sleeves, her eyes filled with murderous intent.
“Ooh, looking for a fight?” The leader was amused by her anger and swaggered closer. “Go on, take a swing. Let me get a whiff of that pretty perfume.”
Just as Miranda was about to strike, a figure shot past her from behind. A loud thud mixed with a scream, and the leader flew past her, slammed hard against the wall, and then crumpled to the floor, silent.
Miranda slowly turned her head. The young lady from before was casually straightening her clothes.
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