The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1357

"If you can't handle it, we could always walk back out to the main road, grab a cab, and find a mall with a decent restroom?"

Claire noticed Melanie's hesitation and offered an alternative.

What else could Melanie say?

She shook her head. "No, it's fine. I can manage."

Looking like a woman marching to the gallows, Melanie stepped into the grim facility.

"Ahhh!" Barely seconds later, a piercing shriek echoed from inside.

"What's wrong, Melanie?!" Without a second thought, Claire rushed in.

"There's a rat! I'm terrified!"

Melanie was standing right by the door. The moment Claire ran in, she lunged at her, clinging tightly.

Claire instinctively caught her, but a ruthless glint flashed in Melanie's eyes as she plunged a syringe straight into Claire's artery.

"You..." Claire finally realized something was horribly wrong, but her vision instantly went black as she lost consciousness.

As Claire's body went limp, Melanie caught her effortlessly with one arm.

All traces of her frail, delicate persona had vanished.

"Sorry, Claire. I didn't want to play dirty."

Holding the unconscious girl, Melanie murmured under her breath.

Then, she mimicked the sharp yowl of a cat.

Almost instantly, someone vaulted over the wall from the adjacent men's room.

Because this was an old-fashioned public facility, the partition separating the men's and women's sections didn't reach the ceiling, making it easy to climb over.

Seeing that Melanie had secured the target, two men quickly hopped the wall, hauling a large suitcase behind them.

Inside the suitcase was a complete set of men's clothing.

The men tossed the clothes to Melanie, then swiftly stuffed Claire inside the luggage.

Repeating their earlier acrobatic feat, they hauled the suitcase over the wall and back into the men's room.

Strolling out of the men's exit with a suitcase raised far less suspicion.

Meanwhile, Melanie changed into the men's clothes with practiced speed, nimbly scaling the wall. She ended up scaring the living daylights out of a man who had just unzipped his pants!

"Ahhh—you pervert!"

His patience snapped, and he beat the living daylights out of both of them.

The result?

He got dragged to the local precinct.

What happened to the unspoken rule of handling street beefs without calling the cops?

He had the harder fists, he won the fight, so why the hell did they call the police?

It wasn't just the two bruised drivers throwing a fit; even a random bystander had dialed emergency services.

Sitting in the precinct, Dewitt tried to explain that he didn't mean to start a brawl.

"You can check the street cameras. I didn't even do anything to those two psychos. They were the ones blocking the road, refusing to let anyone pass..."

He talked until he was blue in the face, but he still ended up having to pay for their medical bills.

By the time he walked out of the station, an entire hour had passed.

His car had already been moved and parked outside the precinct by an officer.

The moment Dewitt got into the vehicle, he demanded an update on Claire.