"Call the police, we'll call the police, let them come, the rich refuse to pay, acting like big shots."
"These clothes, these earrings, they're all fake, aren't they?"
"What did you just say!" Thea Long snapped and stepped forward, "You're the fake ones!"
Hallie Morgan touched her forehead.
These people really were spoilt, knew absolutely nothing.
The man glanced and reached straight out for Thea Long's earring.
Only then did Thea catch on.
She let out a sharp scream and drew in her head. The expected pain, however, didn't come. When she looked up, she saw Hallie's knee pressing his neck down, and the man was pinned down entirely by Hallie.
Thea Long stared wide-eyed at the shocking scene, forgetting to even blink.
It was then when several people suddenly walked in and pinned these people down.
"Miss."
"Miss, miss, are you alright? Why did you run out?"
They circled Thea Long and went over. At this point, Thea, like a wronged child, whimpered and started crying.
