Chapter 230

Chapter 230:

I shoved her off and slapped her shoulder. Harder this time. She screamed.

“Help! They’re trying to kill me p>

“Sit the fuck down.” I shoved her into a chair.

She landed hard, legs bent awkwardly, hair a mess, eyes swollen.

People were filming. Phones.

Harper Foster was famous enough that this would hit social media in under two minutes.

My heart was still hammering, but the red haze was starting to lift.

I raised my voice.

“This woman came here to start trouble. She’s been smearing the bakery online, targeting the owner deliberately. This was planned. Revenge, not a review.

You’re all witnesses p>

I took out my phone and held it up for emphasis.

“Today’s bill is on me. Everyone here eats free. I just ask that none of you post those videos, please p>

Then I glanced at the nearest staff member. “Start clearing the shop p>

But they were frozen in place, panic all over their faces.

It took Daniel, thankfully, to finally get them moving.

Once the place cleared out, it was just Harper and us.

Harper was shaking, her eyes darting around like she was looking for an escape. “Wh-what are you going to do p>

I leaned in, closing the gap between us.

“You were so brave before, running your mouth. Where’s that confidence gone now p>

𝔐𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔫

“I’ll call the cops!” Harper whimpered.

“Go right ahead. You started this mess, not me. If you call the cops, they’ll take you in. Harassment, provoking violence, assault…” I sniffed. “And public intoxication. Jesus, who drinks at ten o’clock in the morning p>

Harper reached for her phone but froze halfway.

I leaned in closer, almost nose-to-nose with her. “Delete your posts. Instagram, X, everything. Now p>

Her fingers twitched, and her lip trembled. “I won’t delete them p>

“You will. Or I’ll be the one calling the cops. You realize you’ve just handed Yvaine enough to sue the hell out of you, right? That stunt you pulled online—a clear case of defamation and malicious falsehood p>

“Yeah!” Yvaine backed me up. “Malicious p>

I’d picked up a thing or two from lawyer Hannah and was putting it to good use now. “She can file for damages—loss of business, all this smashed-up furniture, reputational harm. And don’t think a judge won’t grant an injunction and force a retraction. You’ll be lucky if you get away with a written apology. Public one, of course. Pinned to all your socials. Do you want your little fanbase of teenage skincare junkies to see you beg for forgiveness in front of a bakery display case p>

Harper squirmed. “I-N p>

Message from Noa: Have a very lovely week, dear readers. God loves you, and Noa wishes you all the best. ᵕ ˂ p>