Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk (Williams and Shawn) novel Chapter 397

Cindy lunged forward, ready to throw a punch. But Brooklyn was quicker, grabbing her arm and pressing down hard on a pressure point.

"Ouch!" Cindy yelped, stumbling back a couple of steps, her face scrunched up in pain. She rubbed her arm with her free hand, feeling the tingling sensation spreading through it.

"What did you do to me?" Cindy grimaced, looking almost comically exaggerated. "It's so tingly, so numb!" Some of the onlookers couldn't help but chuckle.

"Get out," Brooklyn said coldly, her eyes steely and unwavering. Cindy shivered, realizing just how intimidating this woman could be. With just a simple press, her entire arm had gone numb.

At that moment, the hospital security showed up. "Alright, folks, move along. No lingering," a few uniformed guards started dispersing the crowd. The onlookers quickly scattered.

"Miss, are you okay? Do you need us to call the police?" one of the guards asked Allison with the utmost respect. They all knew Ms. Allison. When she was admitted, the security team was briefed. They were shown her photo and told she's the boss's daughter, here to recover. They were instructed to be courteous and attentive to her needs.

Hearing the guard speak to Allison so respectfully, Cindy immediately got the hint. "Wait, is this your family's hospital?" Cindy exclaimed in surprise.

Allison just gave a small, knowing smile, choosing not to answer Cindy directly. Instead, she turned to the guard, "No need to call the police, just see that this lady is escorted out."

"Yes, Miss," the guard replied promptly.

Cindy was dragged out, kicking and yelling, "I'm not leaving! Let me go!" Once she was gone, Joy snapped out of her shock, looking at Allison in disbelief, "Allison, is this really your family's hospital?"

Allison nodded slightly. Joy wanted to ask about the Shawn Reynolds Group's bankruptcy, but seeing the look on Allison's face, she thought better of it. It was clearly a sore subject, best left alone.

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The next morning, Allison woke up, wanting to get some fresh air. As she opened the door, she stopped in her tracks. Right there, at her doorstep, was a bouquet of fresh Juliet roses.

Allison picked up the bouquet, looking for a note, but there wasn't one. Who could have left these flowers? A familiar face flashed in her mind, and her breath caught.

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