Standing at the side, John looked on with his arms crossed. Meanwhile, Sally then stopped cursing, probably
exhausted from all the shouting she’d done. However, the moment she shifted her gaze, she caught sight of John.
Immense displeasure suffused her at his blatant enjoyment of the show.
In a bad mood to begin with, her temper instantly spiked upon spotting an acquaintance. She stared in his direction,
but she didn’t dare rush at him, merely snapping at the people near him, “What are you all looking at? What’s so
interesting here?”
Chastising voices rang out around her, condemning the two of them for inconveniencing others because of their
row. However, Sally wasn’t the slightest bit bothered. Whirling around, she took a baseball bat out of the trunk of
her car and made a beeline for the woman who was bickering with her though her gaze remained fixed on John.
The woman wasn’t afraid, sticking out her neck by standing there without budging an inch. “Why, do you want to kill
me? Let me remind you that there are a lot of witnesses here!”
Sally cast John a glance before she brought the baseball bat down on the woman’s head. At the same time, she
snarled, “You just had to stick your nose into my affairs, huh? That’ll teach you!” These words were probably meant
for John.
She has probably found some evidence pointing to me and Logan secretly investigating her, or more accurately
speaking, the Morgan Family. However, John didn’t give a whit about that. When everyone around them shrieked
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthe moment Sally struck the woman down with the baseball bat, he even smirked.
Standing there, Sally’s emotions went haywire at the sight of his smirking countenance. She’d been sh*t out of luck
recently, everything going to hell in a handbasket—her work, life, and just about everything else. This had never
happened to her before, so she knew that someone had to be sabotaging her.
She did have some brains at times, so she hastily sought out Leah and had her investigate the matter to ascertain
whether someone was setting her up behind her back. Sally hadn’t much knowledge of such things, but Leah was
another story.
As soon as she heard about it, a light bulb went off in her head, and she promptly contacted someone to investigate
everything that had happened on her side.
In reality, they didn’t really unearth much, merely the fact that Logan played a minor part in everything that had
happened with the Morgan Family, but John’s involvement seemed to have ceased midway.
Sally understood why Logan would be involved since Leah set him up back then. He was a person who’d never allow
himself to be at a disadvantage, so it was understandable that he wanted revenge. John, however, was an enigma
to her.
She couldn’t figure out why he butted into the matter since his relationship with Ian was strained, so it didn’t make
sense for him to sabotage them for Ian’s sake. Leah then enlightened her that he probably did so because of
Sophia, but that made even less sense. They were divorced, so why would he do that?
Flinging the baseball bat onto the ground, Sally pursed her lips, looking exceedingly defiant. “You want to sabotage
me? I’ll tell you what, dream on! I definitely have a way to make you pay a hundred or even a thousand times
over!”
Hugging his arms, John appeared wholly unruffled, very much at odds with others who were in a flurry of panic
around him. Sally had never known reality for all its cruelty since she was used to having her own way, so she didn’t
seem to realize that she’d done something to rile the public up.
Someone had already called the police and reported a traffic accident here, but now, it was no longer a mere
traffic accident. The traffic police happened to arrive at this time, but they were stunned at the sight of the situation
here.
Onlookers had long since taken out their cell phones to film Sally’s misdemeanor, but she wasn’t at all intimidated,
holding her head high instead. I like people like her who remain ignorant in the face of imminent disaster!
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