Chapter 221 - 221: 221: Reba Jordan has a rare blood disease<div>


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    Second floor.


    Enna rk pulled the chair and stood up, hurriedly saying to the man across her, “Baron, I’m going downstairs, don’t follow me.”<div>


    Without waiting for his response, she rushed down.


    Originally, she didn’t n to get involved in Cherysh Jordan’s affairs. After all, no matter how difficult or pitiful Cherysh’s situation was, she shouldn’t have drugged her, let alone hurt her boyfriend.


    But Reba was innocent.


    Even if Brody Smith had conflicts with Cherysh, he shouldn’t have hit Reba. Moreover, she remembered that the blood disorder Reba had was particrly sensitive to emotional stress. She was afraid that Reba couldn’t bear it, causing irreparable consequences.


    She rushed to the first floor and pushed through the crowd.


    “Make way.”


    “Please make way.”


    Enna rk managed to squeeze in. She in tended to stop Brody directly but noticed his size and recalled their unpleasant past in the restroom. After pondering for a moment, she picked up a chair and dragged it over.


    Cherysh knew Reba’s condition better than Enna did; she was more worried that Reba couldn’t bear it, so she didn’t hesitate and was about to kneel down.


    At that moment.


    The sound of a chair being dragged came from behind her, followed by Enna’s voice, “Mr. Smith, long time no see. How have you been?”<div>


    “It’s you?” Brody recognized her, and his face turned sour.


    Cherysh was even more surprised and whispered, ‘Enna.”


    Reba’s red eyes lit up like a rabbit’s, and she eximed in surprise, “Sister


    Enna.”


    Enna didn’t even nce at Cherysh as she passed by and ced the chair down.


    Sitting on it, she imitated the momentum she usually saw from Baron Lawrence and took out her phone, looking at Brody, “Mr. Smith, I know you have a dispute with Miss Jordan, but you’re holding my sister now. I’m giving you three choices. One, I call the police. Two, I use this chair to fight with you. Three, you let Reba go. You can talk to Miss Jordan about your issues privately.”


    Brody red at her sinisterly and snorted, “With so many people here, do you dare to fight?”


    “You should know how daring I am, Mr. Smith. After all, I have nothing to lose. If you dare to touch my sister, I’ll make your head bleed today! I don’t care about losing face, as long as Mr. Smith doesn’t mind as well.” Brody recalled the unpleasant experience in the restroom.


    He stared at Enna warily, as if doubting the credibility of her words.


    That day, he yelled for half an hour in the restroom before someone came to help, and he smelled like a toilet when he was finally saved.


    The next day, he went to BBC Radio’s leader to get back at Enna.<div>


    Unexpectedly, before he even met the new president, he was kicked out of BBC Radio.


    Until now, he hadn’t been able to get revenge on Enna for what happened in the restroom.


    Brody was repressed and red at Enna, then at a nervous Cherysh. Suddenly, he said, “Well, since Miss rk has mentioned it, it seems like I have no choice but to let her go. But, after all, her sister has wronged me. If I let her go just like that, I won’t be able to save face. How about this—Miss rk,e over here and have a drink with me, and I will let her go. What do you think?”


    It seemed like Brody was afraid she wouldn’t agree. He held Reba’s arm with one hand while pouring two cups of red wine from their table with the other. Raising his head, he gestured to Enna with his chin.


    Enna nced at the red wine in the ss and then at Reba’s pale face. Tightening her lips, she raised her bright eyes, “Alright.”


    With so many people around, she wasn’t afraid of Brody causing trouble!