Chapter 221: Chapter 221 - 221: 221: Rebecca Jordan has a rare blood disease

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Second floor.

Enna Clark pulled the chair and stood up, hurriedly saying to the man across her, “Baron, I’m going downstairs, don’t follow me.”

Without waiting for his response, she rushed down.

Originally, she didn’t plan to get involved in Cherysh Jordan’s affairs. After all, no matter how difficult or pitiful Cherysh’s situation was, she shouldn’t have drugged her, let alone hurt her boyfriend.

But Rebecca was innocent.

Even if Brody Smith had conflicts with Cherysh, he shouldn’t have hit Rebecca. Moreover, she remembered that the blood disorder Rebecca had was particularly sensitive to emotional stress. She was afraid that Rebecca couldn’t bear it, causing irreparable consequences.

She rushed to the first floor and pushed through the crowd.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Make way.”

“Please make way.”

Enna Clark managed to squeeze in. She in tended to stop Brody directly but noticed his size and recalled their unpleasant past in the restroom. After pondering for a moment, she picked up a chair and dragged it over.

Cherysh knew Rebecca’s condition better than Enna did; she was more worried that Rebecca couldn’t bear it, so she didn’t hesitate and was about to kneel down.

At that moment.

The sound of a chair being dragged came from behind her, followed by Enna’s voice, “Mr. Smith, long time no see. How have you been?”

“It’s you?” Brody recognized her, and his face turned sour.

Cherysh was even more surprised and whispered, ‘Enna.”

Rebecca’s red eyes lit up like a rabbit’s, and she exclaimed in surprise, “Sister

Enna.”

Enna didn’t even glance at Cherysh as she passed by and placed the chair down.

Sitting on it, she imitated the momentum she usually saw from Baron Lawrence and took out her phone, looking at Brody, “Mr. Smith, I know you have a dispute with Miss Jordan, but you’re holding my sister now. I’m giving you three choices. One, I call the police. Two, I use this chair to fight with you. Three, you let Rebecca go. You can talk to Miss Jordan about your issues privately.”

Brody glared at her sinisterly and snorted, “With so many people here, do you dare to fight?”

“You should know how daring I am, Mr. Smith. After all, I have nothing to lose. If you dare to touch my sister, I’ll make your head bleed today! I don’t care about losing face, as long as Mr. Smith doesn’t mind as well.” Brody recalled the unpleasant experience in the restroom.

He stared at Enna warily, as if doubting the credibility of her words.

That day, he yelled for half an hour in the restroom before someone came to help, and he smelled like a toilet when he was finally saved.

The next day, he went to BBC Radio’s leader to get back at Enna.

Unexpectedly, before he even met the new president, he was kicked out of BBC Radio.

Until now, he hadn’t been able to get revenge on Enna for what happened in the restroom.

Brody was repressed and glared at Enna, then at a nervous Cherysh. Suddenly, he said, “Well, since Miss Clark has mentioned it, it seems like I have no choice but to let her go. But, after all, her sister has wronged me. If I let her go just like that, I won’t be able to save face. How about this—Miss Clark, come over here and have a drink with me, and I will let her go. What do you think?”

It seemed like Brody was afraid she wouldn’t agree. He held Rebecca’s arm with one hand while pouring two cups of red wine from their table with the other. Raising his head, he gestured to Enna with his chin.

Enna glanced at the red wine in the glass and then at Rebecca’s pale face. Tightening her lips, she raised her bright eyes, “Alright.”

With so many people around, she wasn’t afraid of Brody causing trouble!