A Night's Mistake: The Besotted CEO's Obsession novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135 

Cynthia was fuming with anger, and she aimed her attacks precisely at James’s pressure points. In front of her, James was outmatched, dodging around helplessly as his dagger clattered in the ground. Seizing the opportunity, Cynthia quickly kicked the weapon away 

Ever since James became the boss of his gang, no one had dared to lay a hand on him like this. His list clenched in frustration, but in the next moment, he felt a sharp kick to his shoulder, causing his entire arm to go numb. He tried to reach for the gun at his waist with his other hand, but it too lost all strength in an instant. 

Minutes later, James lay on the ground, totally incapacitated. Cynthia stopped her assault, looking down with satisfaction at the men sprawled on the floor. “Dream on if you think you can hold me hostage,” she scoffed. 

Then, turning her steely gaze to a stupefied Felicia, Cynthia strode over and delivered a resounding slap. The wanted to give you that slap for a long time. I can’t hold back any longer, Cynthia inapped “Since you’ve stolen someone’s family, at least have the decency to live an honest life. Now here you are, flirting around again. Sure, Mason abandoning his family is despicable, but you’re no stint either, floozy 

Cornered and trembling. Felicia had only ever thought of Cynthis as some country bumpkin–fierce only because of her physical strength. But now, seeing her take down several strong men effortlessly, men whose shady reputes. Felicia knew all too well, she realized that Cynthia must have undergone serious training 

Cynthia bent down and dragged Felicia over to James. Despite the pain wracking his body, James reached out to catch the woman tumbling toward him. “Seems like you’ve got a little more sense of responsibility than Mason Cynthia remarked dryly. 

Ready to take a photo, Cynthia reached for her phone but found it had been thrown into a trash can, covered in a greasy smear from discarded bones and other food scraps. Frowning in disgust, she looked back at the pair huddled together and squatting down, she snatched Felicia’s phone and unlocked it with Felicia’s fingerprint. 

“What are you going to do?” Felicia’s heart raced as she tried to snatch the phone away, 

Cynthia stood up and stepped back with a stern look on her face. “You’d better stay still,” she warned. 

She then opened the camera app and snapped a shot of the two in their compromising embrace. The flash went off, and Felicia, guessing Cynthia’s intentions, quickly tried to move away from James. 

But it was too late. 

Cynthia, satisfied with the photo on the phone, flashed it in front of Felicia and quipped. “Not bad, huh? I take a pre 

a pretty good picture” 

Felicia glared at Cynthia, her eyes looking like they might pop our Cynthia raised an eyebrow and sent the photo to Mason. She waited for the confirmation tone that signaled the photo was sent, and right after. Mason’s call came through. 

Cynthia didn’t pick up; instead, she turned off the phone and tossed it into the trash can with a flick of the wrist. On the other end. Mason, hearing the mechanical voicemail, felt like he was going to explode with rage. 

Cynthia glanced around at the people on the floor, then looked toward the direction of the security cameras, wondering about their clarity. 

Junes on the ground seemed to catch Cynthia’s drift and gave a wry smile. “Listen, little lady, I’d advise you not to push your luck. I’lller today’s defeat slide out of respect for Mr. Sullivan, but if you stir up trouble for me, the consequences might get messy. The Taylor family may not be high society, but we’re notorious in Clusia. I’m sure you know what we’re capable of Crossing people like us, even with the Sullivan family backing you, won’t be easy. 

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While James was talking, he kept a wary eye on Cynthia’s every move, unsure of what she might do next. His confidence was shaken. After all weren’t many in this place who could take him and his crew down as she had. She was proving to be an unpredictable force, and he wasn’t certain his threats would faze her.. 

Cynthia’s face was a mask of frost as a flicker of anger lit within her. Then, with a swift kick, she responded icily. “You think you can intimidate me? Do 1 look like someone who scares easily? 

Despite her defiant words, Cynthia wasn’t looking to pick another fight. She knew full well that even if she turned over the surveillance footage to the police, at most these guys would be detained for a little while. Once they got out, they’d be nothing but endless trouble. They were like snakes; lethal if not dealt with decisively. The best move was either to take them out with one strike or to stay well clear of them. 

Realizing this, Cynthia planted her hands on her hips and looked down her nose at them, dictating her terms. “Ill let you off this time, but next time, make sure you keep your distance if you see me.” 

Turning on her heel, she kicked aside someone blocking her path with a look of disgust. Cynthia made her way to Liam’s side, took his hand, and started heading for the door. 

Liam was pulled forward, stumbling a little and nearly falling. He steadied himself against the wall, shaking his head to clear the dizziness Cynthia, sensing something was wrong, quickly turned back to check on him. Liam’s complexion was flushed, his lips full and red. 

Chapter 135 

“Are you okay?” Cynthia asked urgently 

After steadying himself, Liam finally spoke in a firm voice. “I’m fine. Let’s just get out of here.” 

James was worried those guys would regain their strength soon, and Cynthia might not be able to handle them alone. Cynthis helped Liam into the passenger seat, then slid into the driver’s seat and steered the car into the flow of traffic. 

Glancing at Liam, Cynthia voiced her suspicion, “You’re not having an allergic reaction, are you?” 

There was a barely audible “yes” from him. 

Cynthia’s eyes widened in disbelief. “But you didn’t even touch any Cilantro. Did you eat something else that you’re allergic tot” 

Liam sighed. “You ate it,” 

“What does it have to do with your allergy?” Cynthia’s response trailed off as realization dawned on her. “Wait. Seriously! You’ve gotten allergetic by 

even a kiss?”