Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk (Williams and Shawn) novel Chapter 472

He was still cursing under his breath when he swung his fist—only for Brooklyn to swoop in and grab his wrist, stopping him cold.

Brooklyn’s face was stone. “You got a death wish?” she said, twisting Trayson’s wrist with a sharp snap.

A crack echoed through the air.

Trayson screamed, his face draining of color.

Brooklyn didn’t even pause; she kicked him hard. He dropped to his knees, the slick floor sending him sliding forward until his forehead smacked the ground right in front of Allison.

Brooklyn towered over him, eyes glinting with icy disdain.

Seriously? She’d only gone to the bathroom for a couple of minutes. How had someone managed to pick a fight with her boss in that short time?

“Should I break something or just finish him off?” Brooklyn asked coolly, glancing at Allison.

Allison let out a helpless sigh. “Chill, Brooklyn. This is broad daylight in a civilized place. Let’s just call the police, okay?”

She wasn’t worried about that slap she’d given Trayson. Back in the store, they’d been picking at her nonstop, but she’d ignored them—she was in a hurry. Who knew they’d get bolder, follow her out, and keep running their mouths? The guy even said something downright disgusting.

Legally, this was straight-up harassment.

Her slap was totally justified.

When the guy tried to hit back, Brooklyn stepped in—that was self-defense, plain and simple.

Even if the cops showed up, Allison wasn’t the least bit worried. The mall was covered in cameras, and the salesgirl had seen everything. No way this would be on her.

Trayson managed to get up, still spitting out vile insults.

A crowd started to gather. People always loved a bit of drama.

Brooklyn, still looking ice-cold, called the police just like Allison asked.

The officers showed up fast—less than ten minutes.

With the clerk’s statement and all the security footage, it was obvious Trayson was the troublemaker. He got hauled away for causing a scene.

“It’s fine now. All taken care of.”

Olivia frowned. “Who were they?”

“No idea. From their accent, probably from Spring Falls.”

Olivia looked genuinely worried. “You’re not hurt, right?”

“Nope. Brooklyn was with me—they didn’t stand a chance.”

“Thank goodness.”

In the quiet of the VIP lounge, Allison and Olivia settled in, chatting and enjoying the afternoon together.