Chapter 29 Fight
Patricia’s eyes lit up at the sound of this, and she thought the ring was the perfect weapon she needed. She wished she had had it last night to fend off Isaac’s untoward advances. If she could stab him in the neck with a needle soaked with anesthetic and rendered him completely limp, then she might not have been kissed by him.
“I’ll take it,” she declared. “Do I get to use it more than once?”
She hoped the ring would not be useless after just one use, seeing as she was stretching her budget just to accommodate its hefty price tag. However, the shop assistant reassured her, saying, “You can use it as often as you’d like until the anesthetic stored in the cavity under the gemstone runs out. Of course, you can refill it on your own, but I reckon there are about three hundred shots in there before you have to do that.”
Convinced, Patricia bought two of the rings at two hundred each. It was a small price to pay to save her life, she decided, especially since a young and single woman such as herself was more likely to end up as a victim of harassment.
“Here, you take the other one, just in case you run into trouble at the club,” she said to Darcie as she handed her one of the rings.
She had once stayed at the modern-day pandemonium that was Everbright, and she knew how rowdy it could get over there. So, it went without saying that she was worried about Darcie’s safety. She would return to her old job, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave her three children at home, and she kept thinking, What will happen to the kids if something terrible happens to me?
Darcie took the ring and said graciously, “Thank you!”
Wrapping an arm around her as they headed out of the shop, Patricia beamed and replied, “Don’t sweat it.”
At that moment, Darcie caught sight of her husband walking with the other woman down the street across from her. She stopped in her tracks, then gritted her teeth and ran up to them in a fit of feral rage. Before the couple could react, she grabbed the man by his hair and snapped, “You son of b*tch! Do you know how sick our daughter is right now? All I asked was for you to go for a bone marrow compatibility test, and you’re whining about it like a useless wimp!”
Outraged, she did not give the man a chance to speak before she slapped him hard across the face.
Zeke staggered, and he saw black spots in his vision as he tried to regain his bearings. Next to him, the woman he had been walking with started shrieking, “Help! There’s a lunatic attacking us!”
At once, passers-by gathered at the scene to see what was happening. When Zeke’s head finally stopped spinning, he started fighting back and grabbed Darcie by her hair, knotting his fist close to her scalp as he growled, “Oh, you’ll be sorry for hitting me, you b*tch!”
Meanwhile, Patricia was stunned by the sudden brawl, but when she saw Zeke and his lover hitting Darcie, she quickly took off her heels and rushed up to them. “Don’t you dare hit her!”
Using the pointed end of one of her stilettos, Patricia bashed Zeke and the other woman’s heads with it, drawing blood. When the bystanders saw this, they cried out in panic and quickly called the police.
The police arrived to see two beautiful young women beating up a man who was pinned to the ground. A woman sobbed hysterically next to the trio, crying, “They’re going to kill him! They’re mad!”
The police quickly pulled the fighting trio apart. The corner of Patricia’s lips was bleeding, and her hair was a tangled mess. On the other hand, Darcie was sporting a swollen cheek as she straightened her clothes, then tried to lunge forward to land a few more kicks on Zeke.
Had the police not held her back, she would have succeeded in bruising the man up even more. “Stop!” one of the officers barked. “You’re coming down to the station with us.”
The man curled up on the ground was bleeding on the head. Someone had torn his clothes, and there were countless cuts and scrapes on his face. He was gasping for air and crying as he pointed at the two madwomen, “Officer, they beat my girlfriend and me up for no reason! I’m going to sue the crap out of them! I want them thrown behind bars!”
It was only then that Darcie and Patricia calmed down, but they had to admit they enjoyed the adrenaline rush. That said, they couldn’t go to the police station and risk getting locked up in a holding cell; there were four kids waiting for them back home.
Darcie quickly stepped in front of Patricia as if to shield her. “Officer, I was the one who started this. Leave her out of it.”
Zeke’s lover jabbed a finger in Patricia’s direction and interjected, “Officer, she bashed us up with her heels and nearly cracked our skulls open! You have to arrest her!”
“That’s enough,” the police said coldly. “We’re taking all of you with us.” Then, he turned to his subordinates and ordered, “Have those two sent to the hospital to get their wounds cleaned up before interrogation.”
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Over in the president’s office at Arnolds Corporation, Liam came bustling through the door and stopped in front of Isaac’s work desk. “President Arnold, have you seen this video of Miss Aniston fighting?”
