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    “Ah! My hand! Stop it! You’re going to kill me! Someone, help!” The boldest of the haters, a fiery red-haired girl, now reduced to sobs and sniffles, her eyes wide with fear as she cried out for rescue. She looked quite young. There was no mercy in Louis’s gaze. Blood pooled beneath her hand, bones threatening to give way.


    The red-haired girl could feel the threat radiating from Louis’s stare. Had hepletely snapped? How could he have the nerve toy a hand on her in front of everyone?


    “You’re not scared someone mighte after you for this—I—” Her sentence was cut short.


    Louis pressed down harder, and her shriek pierced the air. “Ah!”


    “Does it hurt?” His voice was cold as steel. “Did you think about pain when you shoved her to the ground like trash?” His Kiera had copsed because of this girl. Kiera was still unconscious in his arms, pale and still.


    Rage clouded Louis’s mind, and for a moment, he didn’t just want revenge—he wanted this red-haired girl to suffer ten times more than Kiera ever had.


    A darker impulse tugged at Louis, whispering that ending the red-haired girl would be justice. From a few feet away, Elena caught the shift in his expression and interjected firmly, “Louis, stop. That’s enough.”


    Without waiting for a reply, both Elena and Ellis moved toward him.


    Instead of speaking, Elena gave a subtle shake of her head, silently pleading for restraint. Vengeance might have felt justified, but this wasn’t the moment to act on it.


    cing a steadying hand on Louis’s shoulder, Ellis said, “You need to breathe. Now’s not the time for this.”


    Louis turned slightly, locking eyes with Elena, his voice cracking as he said, “This damn girl hurt Kiera. She really hurt Kiera.”


    Sympathy flickered across Elena’s face. “Then check on Kiera. Let us take care of this mess.”


    Only then did Louis move his foot away. He ced his trust in Elena.


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    Once Louis stepped back, Elena’s tone turned cold as she ordered the bodyguards to bring in the authorities.


    Soon, every troublemaker was hauled off to the precinct for questioning. Many were barely older than teenagers. Those who had only loitered and filmed the chaos received stern warnings and a brief stint in holding.


    But the red-haired girl—the one who hadid hands on Kiera—was not so fortunate. The Harper family hit her with a barrage of charges: stalking, nder, assault, and attempted extortion. She wasn’t going anywhere for a long time.


    At first, the red-haired girl put on a show, shouting about filing her ownwsuit. But once the charges hit and the weight of it all sank in, her arrogance cracked. “This is a joke! I didn’t mean it! Plus, I’m still a minor! You can’t charge me! I know my rights!”


    With a dry, humorless chuckle, Elena replied, “Maybe you should’ve learned more about thew before ying thug.”


    The red-haired girl protested, “That’s a lie! I read online that you can’t be jailed under eighteen! You’re just trying to scare me!”


    Elena didn’t bother arguing further. Someone that ignorant—and cruel—wasn’t worth a second thought. This red-haired girl thought her age made her untouchable after a quick Google search. She knew just enough to get herself into trouble, not out of it.


    As Elena stepped outside the station, her phone buzzed with an update—Kiera was finally stable.


    Inside the hospital room, Kiera rested quietly, a bandage wrapped neatly around her head.


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