Why the Crocodile Tears (by Flower Sock) novel Chapter 385

The bodyguards glanced at each other, clearly unsettled.

“Oh, I get it now,” Hannah said, her voice sharp with sarcasm. “You’re abusing your authority. Great, I’ll call Gregory right now and let him know just how ridiculous his bodyguards are.

“They don’t even let Thea use the restroom without supervision! With how twisted he is, he’ll probably have your eyeballs ripped out!”

As she pulled out her phone and started scrolling for Gregory’s number, the bodyguards finally caved. They took a step back.

Howard spoke respectfully to Anathea. “We’re just following orders, Mrs. Sinclair. Please don’t make this harder on us. Just come back quickly.”

Anathea didn’t respond. If she made things easy for them, the one who would suffer would be her.

She turned and walked into the restroom with Hannah.

As soon as they were inside, Hannah opened her mouth to ask what was really going on. “Thea, are you-”

“Hannah, help me.” Anathea grabbed her hand.

Hannah paused, then looked into Anathea’s eyes. Seeing the silent plea there, she squeezed her hand in return. “Got it. Leave it to me.”

Outside the restroom, the bodyguards were pacing nervously. Howard checked the time. “It’s been almost 20 minutes. Why hasn’t she come out yet?”

“Mrs. Sinclair!” they called out, but there was no response.

“Let’s go in and check,” Howard ordered.

They pushed the door open, only for a figure to lunge out from behind it.

“There!”

Just as they turned around, the woman suddenly whipped out a bottle of pepper spray and blasted them with it.

The four burly bodyguards shouted and clutched their eyes, unable to open them from the sting of the pepper spray.

The woman slammed the door open and bolted out, then shoved a mop through the handle to jam it shut, trapping them inside.

“Crap! Don’t let her get away!”

If Anathea escaped, Gregory would never forgive them.

The bodyguards yanked the door so hard it snapped the mop clean in half, but the delay had already given Anathea a head start.

“There! That’s her!” one of them shouted, spotting a figure running down the corridor in a dress identical to what Anathea had been wearing.

They took off after her. But the woman they were chasing was no match for their trained speed. Within moments, they’d caught

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