Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 131: Chapter 131: Young Madam, sorry for the wait.

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10 minutes later, Tiffany Clifford came out, her cheeks flushed from drinking quite a bit. She grumbled as soon as she appeared, “You don’t know, after you went to the bathroom, all those guys took turns forcing drinks on me. I almost couldn’t catch my breath.”

“Are you okay?” Enna Clark rubbed her back with concern.

Tiffany waved her hand as if to say she was fine before turning to Enna and asked seriously, “I should be the one asking you. Enna, are you alright? That old pervert didn’t take advantage of you, did he?”

“No, he only touched my hand before I kicked him into the toilet. I was worried he’d come out and cause trouble, so I asked you to leave first.”

Tiffany was not happy with her reply, “You’re too bold! Didn’t you consider what could have happened if he didn’t get stuck in the toilet? Seriously, when encountering such situations, running is the best option. No need for a honey trap!”

Enna stuck out her tongue and shook Tiffany’s arm, “Alright, Sister Tiffany, don’t be angry with me. I was angry at the time too, and I had a backup plan. If he didn’t get stuck, I would’ve hit his head with a bucket and kicked his crotch. When he experienced pain, I would run. Who knew he’d be so unlucky and just happened to get stuck in the toilet.”

Plus, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to run. At the time, Brody Smith was standing by the women’s restroom, clearly showing no intention of letting her leave. If she didn’t comply, Brody might have forced himself on her. Then it would have been a battle of wills, and it was hard to say who would lose. She had no choice but to take a risky move.

“But Sister Tiffany, I’ve offended Brody Smith, and this deal probably won’t go through. I might even drag you down with me… I’m sorry.” She spoke in a low voice.

It didn’t matter to her if she got fired; after all, she had hit that pervert. But she didn’t want to drag Tiffany down.

“What are you talking about? Forget it, what’s done is done. He’s not our boss, it’s none of his business!” Tiffany patted her shoulder for comfort, then took out her phone and made a call.

After a short while, a black Santana pulled up. The window rolled down, revealing a genuine and sunny-looking man who greeted her, “Tiffany.”

Tiffany’s face lit up with a happy smile, and she turned to Enna, “Brother Smith came to pick me up. Let’s go together. You don’t have to go back to the office today. I’ll tell Fat Fish that you can rest at home for a day.”

Enna didn’t want to go back to the office, but she didn’t plan on being a third wheel either. She winked at her, declining the offer. “You guys go ahead; I’ll take a cab.”

Tiffany tried to pull her along but gave up when Enna resisted. She got into the car and reminded Enna through the window, “Send me a message when you get home.”

“Alright, bye.”

“Bye. ”

The Santana drove away—

When the car was far enough away, Enna walked down the road towards the street corner.

It was now just 12:30 pm, and the streets were bustling with people hurrying about.

She breathed in some fresh air, and the burning pain in her stomach finally eased a bit. She didn’t know if it was because she caught a chill, but her head began to feel heavy.

At that moment, her phone rang in her bag.

She thought it was Tiffany, so she picked up the call without even looking.

“Hello?”

“Uh… I’m near Constructa Road. Is there something you need? …I’ll go to the villa and cook later …No, I have time… Yeah, I’ll wait for you here.”

Enna hung up and found a bus stop to sit down.

Less than 3 minutes later, a black Land Rover pulled up in front of her. Seeing her, the driver got out of the car and asked her courteously with a bow, “Young Madam, sorry to keep you waiting..”