James stared at the men in black suits before him.
They were postured threateningly, and their veins popped in their foreheads, looking like well-fuelled fighting machines revving their engines.
This piqued his interest.
Who on earth was this girl, and why was she surrounded by so many bodyguards?
Cynthia yelled angrily. “Luther, what the hell are you doing?!”
Luther was a plainly dressed man around forty years old. He had a diamond-shaped face and short hair.
He responded courteously, “My lady, the master had ordered us to follow you around. He has some business to deal with right now, but he arrive here tomorrow morning.”
“I’m no longer a kid! Can he stop sending people to stalk me?”
Cynthia was visibly upset. She pulled on James’ arm and stormed right into the group of bodyguards.
She started punching and kicking them, and none of them dared to fight back.
Luther was at a loss of what to do.
He ordered, “Follow them.”
“Yes, sir!”
The group of men tailed the two.
James was unwillingly herded into a crowded shopping mall.
At a resting area in the shopping mall.
Cynthia patted her chest as she muttered, “Finally, I got rid of them.”
Then, she fished out a few hundred dollar notes from her purse and handed them to James. ”This is for interrupting your lunch, sir.”
James took them and said, “Thanks.”
He wanted to leave immediately.
Cynthia danced happily like a bird who had finally found freedom.
However, as soon as she stood up to leave, she felt dizzy. She quickly face-planted onto the floor and passed out after letting out a loud yelp.
James noticed the ruckus, so he looked back.
He noticed Cynthia was lying unconscious on the floor. He furrowed his eyebrows as approached her, and gave her some light nudges, “Hey, are you okay?”
Immediately, he knew something was wrong with her.
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