PopularNovelChapter 264
Megan was working at the Nightfall Lounge tonight. Within ten minutes of Clara's call, she was outside, ready to
help her friend.
"Clara!!"
Concern etched across Megan's face as she guided Clara into the employee break room at Nightfall. Clara was in
so much pain her face had gone pale, yet she tried to reassure Megan, "I'm fine."
"How can you be fine? | have another half-hour left on my shift. Just sit here for a bit, and I'll take you to the
hospital once I'm done. Here, take these painkillers."
Clara sat down, leaning against the wall. "I don't need them."
She wanted to remember the pain Eden had caused her, so she could strike back without hesitation when the
tcame.
"Alright, if you don't want to take them, just wait here for me."
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Clara nodded slowly. Now that it was quiet, everything in her head felt muddled and confused.
The break room was quite a distance from Nightfall's private booths. As she rested, she heard heavy footsteps
approaching-it definitely wasn't a woman.
Soon enough, the door swung open, and in staggered a drunken man.
He was large and imposing, and his eyes lit up when he saw Clara. "Well, what a surprise! A pretty lady hiding in
here. Cover and givea kiss."
The man lunged at her. Clara hadn't expected a drunk to barge into the women's break room and quickly
sidestepped to avoid him.
The drunkard crashed into the wall and sobered up slightly, only to becmore eager.
"Don't pretend. How many of you working at Nightfall are really clean? Last time, | gave a woman twenty grand,
and she keptcompany right here in the break room. Just nyour price, my time's valuable."
Clara's expression darkened immediately. "Get lost."
Enraged, the man lunged at her again. "You ungrateful wench. Let's see how long you can keep this up."
Her stomach was in agony, but the situation had sharpened her mind. She dodged several times, frustrating him
further.
"You little b*tch, I'll kill you today!"
He grabbed a beer bottle from nearby, smashed it against the wall, and aimed the jagged edge at Clara.
Clara yanked the break room door open, ready to run, when Megan's voice cfrom the entrance.
"Clara, | was worried about you. | talked to a friend and switched shifts early. Lettake you to the hospital
now."
Clara hadn't expected her to return at this moment and moved to protect her, but Megan had already seen the
man wielding the beer bottle and stepped in front of Clara.
"Shhrrrkk!"
The bottle plunged into Megan's shoulder, her face turning ashen as sweat beaded on her forehead.
The man, panicked at the sight of blood, stammered, "I-I didn't mean it."
Clara supported Megan, her lips quivering. "Megan, are you okay?"
Megan nestled against her, slowly shaking her head, trying to say she was fine, but words failed her.
Terrified, Clara fumbled to dial 911, and when she glanced up and saw someone approaching, her eyes lit up.
"Mr. Dylan!"
It was Dylan, the owner, and the manager of Nightfall.
The manager was alarmed and quickly moved to get Megan to the hospital. Clara followed closely, her eyes wet
with unshed tears. "Find out how that man got in here! This is supposed to be a women's break room!"
The manager glanced nervously at Dylan, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "We're investigating it, we're
investigating it. Ms. Clara, please, get your friend to the hospital."
Clara hurried after Megan, who was being taken away, but as she passed Dylan, he caught her hand.
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