Cynthia had just walked out of the crowd when she saw Trish walking over with anexpression of inexplicable complacency on her face.
However, the moment she saw Cynthia, the smile on her face froze and she couldn't help but retreat step by step.
Cynthia walked over a few steps and raised her hand to slap on her face. It was fast and fierce, makingTrish's teeth bleed. Trish covered her face and she found her brain buzzed.
"A viciouswoman." Cynthia scolded coldly. Next second, she grabbed Trish's collarand said, "Can you affordthe priceof ordering a murder?"
To be honest, Cynthia did not hate Trish before. She only hoped that she would be more rational, but now, she really hated Trish.
"I... I didn't. Don't accuse me unjustly." At this moment, Trish shirked her responsibility.
"I'm not accusing you of anything unjustly. Let's just wait and see." Cynthia pushed Trish hard and shejust sat on the floor, dumbfounded.
The spectators at the side were gesticulating and discussing. Cynthia's chest went ups and downs. She quickly took out her phone and dialed a number.
"What did you guys do? Cynthia almost killed me just now." Trish shouted to the gang.
"Miss, didn't you ask us to drive this woman away?" The man said impatiently.
"I just wanted you to scare her, but I didn't let you hurt her." Trish was so angry that she was about to vomit blood. Just now, she saw that Cynthia's shoulder seemed to be injured, and her entire body was soaked. The situation was very serious.
"What?Who is wrong? My sister told me that she must be drivenaway no matter what happened." The man became even more annoyed. He was scared to death just now, and Trish's doubt made him even more anxious.
Trish gritted her teeth and quickly stood up, running to the hotel.
At this moment, Keith opened the door of the main bedroom and found that Cynthia hadn't returned. He was stunned. He hurriedly took his phone and was about to call her. But at this point, he heard a knock on the door. He opened the door and saw Cynthia standing outside in a mess. She held a medical kit which is borrowed from the front desk just now.
"Cynthia, what happened? What happened to you?" Keith stared at her pale face and his blood seemed to freeze.
"Trishcalleda few men to trouble me. She purposely sent you away just now and let me go back to the hotel alone. Keith, she's simply too sinister." Cynthia gritted his teeth angrily.
"What?" Keith's handsome face was filled with horror and gloom, but the top priority right now was the wound on Cynthia's shoulder. Keith hurriedly helped her up to sit on the sofa and quickly tore open the clothes on her shoulder.Ascarlet wound has been revealed. Keith's pupils instantly shrank and he shivered.
"I will definitely not spareTrish." The man gritted his teeth in hatred.
Cynthia looked at the concern and love in his eyes. She suddenly felt that a little injury was nothing. At the very least, it allowed her to see Trish's true colorsclearly.
Keithexpertlydealt with her wounds. When Cynthia frowned,he dealt with itmore lightly. After bandaging, Keith clenched his fists and stood up, "I am going to meet Trish."
"Not for now. I'm afraid those men haven't left yet. It would be terribleif they hurt you." Cynthia reached out and gently grabbed his finger, not letting him go.
Keith's eyes were scarlet red and were filled with anger.He snorted coldly, "Then I must at least call the police. You were injured by them, so it's impossible to just let it go."
"I know. I won't let it go." Cynthia calmed down. She had experienced this kind of retaliatory injury many times, but this was the only time that she felt her heart was warm.
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