Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk (Williams and Shawn) novel Chapter 81

Chapter 81 

Shawn was unceremoniously tossed out by the bodyguards, landing on his feet with a thud. Cindy and Kate were pacing anxiously outside, their nerves stretched thin. 

Cindy, almost in tears, fretted, “Shawn, what are we going to do now? Did we really offend the Hartley family? What about our investments?” 

Kate was equally on edge. “The Hartleys have such powerful connections. Do you think they’ll come after us?” 

Shawn didn’t acknowledge them. He walked away like a marionette with its strings cut, his face vacant, devoid of any spark. 

After the party, Joshua walked Allison back to her apartment. Standing at the entrance, Allison hesitated before speaking up, “About today…” 

Joshua stood close, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His voice was soft, tinged with a hint of sadness. “He said if you’d told him who you were earlier, you might’ve been married by now, happy even. I admit, for a moment, I was scared that if you…” 

“There are no ‘ifs,” Allison interrupted, meeting Joshua’s intense gaze with determination. “Joshua, don’t stress over things that never happened.” 

“And besides…” She grew unusually serious. “I never actually intended to marry Shawn.” 

Joshua’s eyes brightened. “Really?” 

Allison nodded with a warm smile. “Yeah.” 

As a cool breeze swept by, Allison shivered slightly, but her eyes were alight with excitement. “I never considered marrying Shawn before, but now, I’m really looking forward to our engagement party.” 

Joshua shrugged off his jacket, draped it over her shoulders, and pulled her close. “I can’t wait either.” 

Shawn drove off from the estate alone, his destination unknown. 

Meanwhile, Kate drove Cindy back to their hotel. They reached the hotel’s dim underground parking lot, and as soon as they stepped out of the car, they were ambushed, knocked out, and had bags tossed over their heads. 

When they came to, they found themselves in a dimly lit, noisy room. They were pinned down against a glass table by some rough–looking men. 

In front of them sat a guy with tattoos, lounging casually with a smirk that screamed trouble. “I’m in a good mood today. How about sharing a few drinks with me?” he sneered. 

Cindy always prided herself on being a high–society lady,and had never been subjected to such treatment. She immediately began berating the tattooed man. 

The man just chuckled, nodding towards a guy in black. Without missing a beat, the guy in black yanked Cindy up and delivered two sharp slaps to her face. 

Cindy was left stunned, her cheeks burning. She clutched her face, glaring at the tattooed man. “Who are you people? Why did you bring me here?” 

The tattooed man casually picked at his ear, “Wow, you sure talk a lot. Keep it up, and I might just cut out your tongue.” 

He twirled a Swiss army knife in his hand, its blade glinting ominously. Cindy’s legs turned to jelly, and she quickly shut her mouth, too frightened to utter another word. 

Kate was still pinned to the table. The tattooed man picked up a glass of liquor and splashed it on her, “Drink 

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