Reborn of Kate by Isla Rainfield

Chapter 239 She Knows

“HN Studio is a menace! They silenced me right when I was raising an argument about their subpar products and gave me a beating!”

“Where is fairness? Where is the law? Behold my visage!”

Seated upon the floor, the middle–aged woman lamented, casting curses upon Kate.

She ignited the storm, met by others incensed, “What drives you to strike in dissent? Does courtesy elude you so?”

Within HN Studio, pandemonium reigned. Security’s countenances, frosty, staunchly held the torrent at bay, voices raised in command, “Cease your forward thrust!”

Yet the mob, heedless, surged forth in frenzy, some even attempting blows.

The assistant bore upon her cheek a stark imprint, her mouth set in resolute demand, “Summon the constabulary! This scene must end!”

Thus, after morning’s interlude, the constabulary returned to HN Studio by afternoon’s fall.

within, their garments detained

vigilant watch, the woman who dealt the blow lay pinned by twin guards,

woman wrestled with fervour, as if reunited with kindred spirits, beseeching, “Officers, they purveyed me shoddy wares and struck me! You must

coolly, a hint of amusement playing about her lips. “Indeed? Refrain from falsehoods before the law, lest you feel the hammer of

her eyes, swiftly rallying. “You struck me! Behold

harangue turned to the officers, indicating the crimson print upon her

mark upon her face, brow

dispassionate as she responded,

woman’s eyes sparkled, accusing finger aimed at Kate. “See, she admits it! Officers, arrest her

to strike my assistant. We possess surveillance footage. Shall I retrieve it for

“Surveillance? Who’d put stock in such prattle! Vour cinee’s me the CCTV lies defunct How will von muster

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her gaze upon the woman. Her voice was both taunting and intrigued. “And how are

swiftly regained her poise. “Ha! Blind you deem me? Your store, assaulted! A

the matron. Amongst them, the constables

and her companions in silence, the matron raised her chin in triumph. “Has the cat seized your tongues? Fearful