Chapter 124
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Rosie felt as though her bones were shattering, with a faint sound of them breaking in her ears. She had no choice but to let go of the USB. It hit the floor with a sharp snap.
“Brenna, are you ready?” Dalton knocked gently on the door before easing it open and stepping inside.
Rosie clutched her wrist, her face twisted in agony as tears cascaded down her cheeks. Pointing an angry finger at Brenna, she said, “Dalton, Brenna has been bullying me!”
She held out her wrist toward Dalton. “Look! My wrist is broken—it hurts like hell. Brenna just tried to straight-up kill me!” she exclaimed, exaggerating.
Dalton’s face hardened, his expression turning cold as he scrutinized Rosie’s wrist. “It looks fine to me,” he said.
Rosie was taken aback. Dalton had always been her guardian angel, fussing even over the tiniest nick. Yet now, despite her wrist being swollen and seemingly fractured, he dismissed it as nothing. “Dalton, my wrist is broken. Brenna twisted it. Can’t you see the damage?” she insisted.
The pain was undeniable—sharp and biting, freezing her movements with fear. She wasn’t being melodramatic; she truly believed her wrist was broken.
Meanwhile, Brenna stood nearby, arms folded, observing Rosie’s dramatic display with cool detachment. “Dalton, I didn’t harm her. She pilfered my things, and when I caught her red-handed, she concocted this story to deflect blame,” she said.
She extended a USB drive toward Dalton. “Here, see for yourself. It’s crammed with my design files that she has copied.”
The USB drive, equipped with dual connectors, could be seamlessly plugged into a phone.
𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁: ⳑ𝗮𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝗍𝖊𝗅𝘀⸱𝖼𝗈𝗆
Dalton’s brow furrowed as he accepted the USB and connected it to his phone without hesitation.
In a fit of desperation, Rosie lunged to reclaim the USB, but even the slightest movement sent a lance of pain shooting through her wrist. Sobbing, she exclaimed, “Dalton, my wrist is broken, and you’re just standing there, letting her slander me?”
Dalton glanced up and gave her wrist a careful examination, even bringing it closer for a closer look.
“Ah!” Rosie winced. “It hurts so much!”
Tears streaked her face as she whimpered, “Don’t touch it. My wrist is broken, Dalton. It really hurts!”
Dalton let out a cold chuckle. “Rosie, enough with the theatrics. There’s not even a hint of redness now. How could it still be hurting?” Without missing a beat, he took her wrist and turned it slightly, his brows lifting when he found nothing wrong.
“Ah!” Rosie’s scream echoed as she collapsed to the floor, tears pouring down her face.
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