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A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Chapter 342
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“I'll go call security.” Queenie could tell at a glance that chaos was unfolding inside. “Alright, I'll head over first.”

“Be careful, okay?” Queenie sounded uneasy.

“Don’t worry.” Alessia gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze, then took off in the direction the reporters had

gone. Queenie didn’t waste a moment either-she hurried to the front desk to find help.

By the tAlessia got there, a crowd had already formed a tight circle. Camera flashes popped left and right,

making her eyes sting. Along with the reporters, patients had cout to gawk, clogging the hallway so

thoroughly that no one could get through.

A few nurses tried to keep order, but it was useless; they couldn't even get close to the center of the commotion.

Alessia didn’t hesitate. Relying on her agility, she wove through the mob, squeezing her way forward.

“I've said it already-if | hadn't performed CPR at that moment, your mother wouldn’t have survived! Elderly

bones are more fragile than young ones. In that situation, saving a life was all that mattered!” Zachary’s voice

was patient but weary as he explained, yet again, to a plainly dressed couple in front of him.

“I don’t care about any of that!” the man shot back, jabbing a finger at Zachary, spit flying with each word. “You

broke her ribs, so you're paying for her medical bills-and for pain and suffering, and lost wages, and a caregiver

too. Don't think you're getting away with any of it!”

Zachary frowned and instinctively took a step back.

“Hey, hey, hey, where do you think you're going?!” the man shouted, as if Zachary’s retreat meant he was trying

to escape. “Unbelievable! You hurt my mother and now you want to run? My wife and I-our parents are old, our

kids are young-how are we supposed to deal with this?”

The woman, convinced Zachary was making a run for it, suddenly sat down right there on the floor and let out a

wail, slapping her thighs and moaning about how hard and unfair her life was.

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Zachary stood rooted to the spot, his face tight with frustration, at a loss for words.

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The man kept cursing at him, the woman kept crying, and the crowd was eating up every second of the

spectacle.

Zachary pressed his lips together, watching the scene in silence, his patience clearly running thin.

That's when Alessia stepped forward.

“Hey! Let go, let go!” The man’s face twisted in pain as Alessia twisted his pointed finger into an awkward angle.

With one firm push, Alessia sent him staggering backwards. He lost his balance

and landed on the floor with a thud.

The woman froze, then scrambled over to help her husband up. “Honey, are you alright? Honey!”

The man groaned and whimpered, and the woman, seeing his distress, burst into even louder sobs.

“She hit him! Did you see that? Someone call the police! She hit my husband!”

“Oh, shut it already!” Alessia snapped,

her expression cold, eyes flashing a

warning that madehe Woman m

flinoh- Rofl Yor a second. Realizing

it was just a young woman in front of

her, the wife quickly worked up

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wailing.

“Lessie? What are you doing here?”

Zachary's voice was tight witpywexry,

nothing like theca oe tone he'd

uted before. He pulled Alessia behind

him, shielding her from the couple.

“Are you alright, Zach?”

Alessia had always hated it when people pointed fingers at her.

“I'm fine. But why did you cover?”

“If I hadn't, were you just going to stand here and let them yell at you?” Alessia’s tone was exasperated. She

was angry-mostly because she couldn’t stand seeing Zachary bullied.

“There's no reasoning with people

like this. Let's just wait for the police

to get here, make an dfficist report,

aR then be out of our hands.”

That was why Zachary had stood

there in silence, enduring the chaos.

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