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    Upon hearing that two women were in a heated altercation, the owner of the beauty salon felt a surge of anger.


    “What the heck? Aren’t they supposed to be friends? Why are they fighting again?!”<fn23fc> This content belongs to f?ndnovel</fn23fc>


    The clerk quickly chimed in, “I don’t know, but it looks bad. If you don’t intervene, someone could seriously get hurt!”


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    The salon owner felt a wave of anxiety. He hadn’t left yet, and if the situation escted and the police got involved, it would spell trouble.


    He rushed to assess the situation, but before he could reach them, he overheard shouts indicating someone had been severely hurt.


    ine was yelling from behind the door, “You filthy girl! If my Lady can’t fix Gena’s big, fat pig, how can she help you?!”


    Cynthia, clearly on the offensive, gritted her teeth and retorted, “Just wait! I won’t let you off easy! You won’t see the light of day tomorrow!”


    “p!”


    ine struck Cynthia again, eximing, “Shut that filthy mouth! I’ll tear you apart if you keep talking!”


    The salon owner cautiously opened the door for a glimpse, only to be taken aback by the sight of the two women, their faces bloodied, and promptly shut the door again.


    He muttered anxiously, “This can’t be happening! If this continues, someone’s going to die!”


    After that, he dashed to the back door, only to discover a van parked awkwardly with its trunk facing him.


    He hurriedly approached the passenger side and took a peek inside. Harold rolled down the window and asked eagerly, “Beni, did that stinkydy ine pass out?”


    The salon owner replied, flustered, “No! I’m in the middle of a brawl with a woman inside. If this keeps up, someone’s going to die! You need to get in there and pull them apart!”


    Harold looked shocked. “What’s going on?! You’re actually fighting? With whom?”


    Feeling guilty but unwilling to mention that he let Cynthia in, the salon owner rushed, “I don’t even know who they are! Just get them out of here before things go south! If it goes wrong, we’re both done for!”


    Hearing this, Harold quickly jumped out of the van, gathering a few young people to follow him.


    A group, led by the salon owner, charged towards the spa room door. Just before opening it, they could hear chaos from within.


    Harold kicked the door open and saw ine on top of a woman with a bloodied face, pummeling her. He shouted to hispanions, “Grab the woman on top and get her in the car!”


    ine turned to see Harold and screamed in panic, “Harold! What are you doing?!”


    Harold grinned and replied, “Second aunt, you’ve been with our family long enough and even sent my mother to the ck coal kiln. It’s time to pay up!”


    With that, he signaled his friends, who rushed in to restrain ine.


    Cynthia, confused about the sudden turn of events, felt relief as they apprehended her attacker. She angrily shouted, “ine, I swear I’ll make you pay for this! Just wait!”


    As Cynthia spoke, she reached into her Hermès bag for her phone.


    Harold, seeing her action, shouted, “What the hell? You’re trying to call someone? Put that phone down! Otherwise, you’ll regret it!”


    Cynthia red at him and retorted, “This is between me and ine! Just give her to me, and I promise I’ll make it worth your while!”


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