âSee you tomorrow.â Romeo lifted her face and gave her a peck, then left.
She had a busy day at the company.
After work, Arabella taught Molly some design techniques and tips. Before they knew it, it was already past eight in the evening.
âMs. Bennett, let me treat you to dinner.â Molly felt really guilty. âYouâve taught me so many methods and tricks, and you have a competition tomorrow. I have to treat you tonight.â
âLetâs just grab something quick.â Arabella checked the time; she still had to go home and see her brother. âWhatâs good around here?â
âThe only thing nearby is a barbecue joint, but their food is super tasty.â
Molly was happily saying this when she suddenly realized something and quickly stopped herself.
âNever mind, letâs go somewhere else.â âLetâs just go there.â
âHuh?â Molly felt that the environment there didnât suit Ms. Bennettâs status.
But Arabella picked up the bag Romeo had prepared for her and said, âLetâs go.â
âMs. Bennett, whatâs in that bag?â Molly had never seen her carry such a cute bag, shaped like a little bunny.
Unexpectedly, it looked pretty good in Ms. Bennettâs hand.
âPersonal items.â Arabella thought of that man, and her eyes softened.
From the company to the barbecue joint, it was only a tenâminute walk.
At this time of day, not many people were eating. Molly asked about Arabellaâs preferences and ordered quite a bit of food. She sat at the small table, took out two tissues, and wiped Arabellaâs table clean, then her own.
âMs. Bennett, Iâm a bit nervous about the competition tomorrow.â Molly was afraid she wouldnât do well and embarrass Arabella.
âJust treat it like any other day.â Arabellaâs gaze softened. âYouâll do great.â
In a while, the shopkeeper came over with a few small plates and said, âMiss, your barbecue is ready.â
âThank you, Ms. Bennett. Can you smell how good it is?â Molly picked up a wing and handed it to Arabella, saying, âThis oneâs yours.â
âThank you.â Arabella took it: âYou come here often?â
It seemed like she was pretty familiar with the owner.
âMm.â Molly smiled and said, âSometimes when I work until eleven or twelve at night, Iâd stop by here for some barbecue to satisfy my cravings, and Iâd take some home for my mom too.â
REFFERS F 2 5 5 5 I så The owner had been running this place for half a year. Molly often came, and they became friends after chatting for a while. Arabella was about to say something about her family background when suddenly, five or six cars pulled over, and more than twenty thugs with clubs jumped out and surrounded them.
âWho are you?â Molly was surprised and instinctively grabbed Arabellaâs clothes. âYouâve got the wrong people, right?â
The leader of the men looked at Arabella and then at Molly, confirming it was them.
He waved his hand, and his men rushed forward with their clubs as if they were going to beat them to death.
In an instant, Arabella quickly pulled Molly up. Several sticks fell where they were sitting. Luckily, they stood up immediately; otherwise, they would have been hit in the head.
âDid you guys mistake us for someone else?â Molly was being dragged along by Arabella, looking at the table being knocked over, with fallen barbecue and drinks dirtying Arabellaâs bunny bag.
Just as Arabella was about to pick it up, several sticks were smashed towards their heads at the same time. Fortunately, she had quick reflexes, and she pulled Molly away from this sudden attack, even managing to knock out a few of the troublemakers in the process.
âStop, please stop.â The stall owner was scared out of his wits and hurriedly came out to plead, âIâm just trying to do a little business here; please show some mercy; stop hitting. That chair is brand new, and so is the table. Theyâre just two young girls; could you please spare them?â