Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk by Melissa Johns

Chapter 472

He was still cursing under his breath when he swung his fist-only for Brooklyn to swoop in and grab his wrist, stopping him cold.

Brooklyn's face was stone. "You got a death wish?" she said, twisting Trayson's wrist with a sharp snap.

A crack echoed through the air.

Trayson screamed, his face draining of color.

Brooklyn didn't even pause; she kicked him hard. He dropped to his knees, the slick floor sending him sliding forward until his forehead smacked the ground right in front of Allison.

Brooklyn towered over him, eyes glinting with icy disdain.

Seriously? She'd only gone to the bathroom for a couple of minutes. How had someone managed to pick a fight with her boss in that short time?

"Should I break something or just finish him off?" Brooklyn asked coolly, glancing at Allison.

Allison let out a helpless sigh. "Chill, Brooklyn. This is broad daylight in a civilized place. Let's just call the police, okay?"

She wasn't worried about that slap she'd given Trayson. Back in the store, they'd been picking at her nonstop, but she'd ignored them—she was in a hurry. Who knew they'd get bolder, follow her out, and keep running their mouths? The guy even said something downright disgusting.

Legally, this was straight-up harassment.

Her slap was totally justified.

to hit back, Brooklyn stepped in-that

wasn't the least bit worried. The mall was covered in cameras, and the

managed to get up,

gather. People always

looking ice-cold, called the police just like

up fast-less than

the security

the troublemaker. He got hauled

all the trash talk, so

wrapped up, half an hour had flown

boutique, Allison found Olivia waiting in the VIP lounge, looking like

kind of

the sofa and handed over her

Olivia

the dress and

you try before you

602dout the dress and

belongs to Swit

shook her head. "Nope. Saw it, loved

it take so long?

a little trouble. Some people