I rushed towards Theron and leaped onto him, biting him, scratching his face, and hit his head, leaving deep blood marks and bruises on his once-proud face. Amidst his terrified cries for help, his lackeys finally managed to pull me off him. Someone immediately handed him a mirror.
“Karolyn! You bitch!”
These onlookers had scattered the moment I went berserk, leaving only Theron’s people. My hair was disheveled like a demon’s, and my face was covered in blood-both Theron’s and mine-dripping down my cheeks onto the pristine dress I had worn for my mother’s wedding. The mall security arrived belatedly.
Theron yelled at them, “Perfect timing! I’m the head of the Sanchez Family! Arrest this woman! You don’t want to know the consequences of offending me!”
Hearing this, a few security guards exchanged glances at the mention of the Sanchez Family and quietly slipped away. Within two minutes, the mall manager hurried over. He first organized the evacuation of the crowd; I noticed someone in the group glaring at me fiercely. Only Theron and I remained.
The manager scrutinized Theron, who claimed to be the head of the Sanchez Family, then turned to look at me, covered in blood and unrecognizable. He froze on the spot, staring at me in disbelief.
“Boss Sanchez?”
His sharp eyes had recognized me even in such chaos. Yes, this was a mall I had invested in before returning to the country. This manager had some capability; he knew I was associated with the Sanchez Family and had instructed his staff to report any related incidents directly to him. That’s why he arrived so swiftly.
I watched as his face turned pale.
A scream echoed through the mall, “Oh my God, my boss!”
He rushed over to support my staggering body while instructing his subordinates to restrain Theron. Theron was clearly shocked by the situation and struggled under the guards’ grip.
“Boss?! Impossible! She’s just a pauper!”
“You must be her lover Aren’t you afraid of the Sanchez Family’s retaliation?” Theron said to the manager.
The guards found Theron too noisy and taped his mouth shut. I sat on a newly brought soft chair, receiving careful attention from the manager while a few handsome young men tended to my wounds. One by one, people were forced to kneel before me-Theron’s lackeys and a crazed woman who worked as a store clerk among them.