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Chapter 186 Chapter 186 11 The girl turned around, revealing a face Quinlyn didn't recognize. "What are you talking about? Let go of me!" she snapped, trying to pull her arm free.

Mandy jumped up, furious. “I saw what happened! You bumped into the server, and that's why the food spilled!" Today had been full of bad luck, but Quinlyn remained calm. “Not just that. You're the one who spilled the coffee earlier. You also stepped on my foot and pulled my hair on purpose. This is the fourth time." She remembered every detail.

The girl looked shocked, as if she couldn't believe Quinlyn had noticed but hadn't said anything. She quickly regained her composure. "It's crowded in here. It was an accident. Why are you looking atlike that? Are you going to hitor something?" She struggled to break free from Quinlyn's grip, but Quinlyn was stronger. "Ow! Help, she's attacking me!" the girl shouted, bending down and reaching for something on the table.

Quinlyn was faster. She grabbed a fork before the girl could. “Looking for this?” she asked, holding it up. The girl froze, clearly embarrassed.

Quinlyn pressed the fork against the girl's side. "Let's go outside. Mandy, wait here for me." Mandy was still confused but hesitated to call her bodyguards. By the tshe decided, Quinlyn and the girl were already crossing the street.

"Hey, little girl, be careful with that. It's dangerous," the girl said, trying to sound concerned as they walked.

Quinlyn nodded calmly. "Yeah, I also have a knife in my pocket." 'So, the one who needs to behave isn't me, she thought. The girl was speechless.

They stopped in front of a black car. The window rolled down, revealing the face of a young man who looked both annoyed and resigned.

"It's not my fault. She saw throughright away and was just waiting forto make a move," the girl complained. She'd heard Quinlyn was tough, but experiencing it firsthand was something else.

"Hello, Quinlyn. We're from the Special Operations. I'm Howard Jennings, the director. This is one of our agents, Viola Young. I'm sorry we had to meet like this," Howard said, stepping out of the car and extending his hand. Quinlyn stared at him but didn't say anything. She let go of Viola. Howard knew his approach hadn't been fair. "We tried to request your transfer through Mr. Ramirez, but he refused. We had no choice but to resort to this." Quinlyn wasn't interested in excuses. "Why did you do this?" 'Using ordinary people like this. Isn't it against the rules?' she wondered.

"It was a test," Howard admitted. "We needed to see if you could handle pressure. You've excelled in every mission you've been part of, and you'd be a great fit for our division. But Special Operations deals with highly classified information.

Our agents need to be resilient. You're young, and there's a record of you not intervening in certain situations. We had to assess you." Bennett and Curtis had tried to erase her involvement in their reports, but the Special Operations had still noticed her. "Director, she's really impressive. Shouldn't we just recruit her?" Viola suggested. 'Besides, there are so many other group eyeing her. If we don't act now, we'll miss our chance. Especially once Curtis gets back,' Viola thought.

"Ahem." Howard coughed, signaling her to stop talking, but he agreed with her. "Well, Quinlyn, in that case-" "I don't want to join you." 1/9 Chapter 186 "W-what?" "I don't like you. Please don't botheragain." Quinlyn turned and walked away. Howard was stunned for a moment before realizing she was already crossing the street. "Wait-" He tried to stop her, but suddenly, a scream cfrom behind him. "Oh my God! Someone's about to jump off the building!" Howard turned around and saw a figure standing on the edge of a ten-story residential building, one leg already over the railing.

"Quick, call the fire department!" he shouted, abandoning his car and rushing toward the building with Viola. A crowd had already gathered below, and sresidents had even improvised a safetyusing bedsheets.

C"Sweetheart, please don't scarelike this! Cdown!" A middle-aged man carrying a plastic bag pushed through the crowd.

When he looked up and saw his daughter on the roof, he let out a wail, his legs giving out as he collapsed to his knees. The onlookers recognized him as the girl's father and quickly helped him up.

"Don't faint now! You need to go up there and talk her down!" "Yeah, a young guy's already gone up, but you're the one she'll listen to, Charlie Smedley!" The neighbors recognized Charlie and grew even more anxious. But Charlie looked like he was on the verge of collapse, his face pale and his legs too weak to even stand, let alone climb the stairs.

Just then, Shirley Smedley's voice rang out from above, amplified by a megaphone. "Dad! You lied to me! You've been lying tothis whole time! You promised I'd get to meet Raymond! If I don't see him today, I'll jump!” Shirley, wearing a red dress, looked no older than thirteen or fourteen. She had brought a megaphone to make sure everyone could hear her.

At first, people thought it was a case of teenage rebellion over a crush, but a neighbor sighed and explained, "Shirley's obsessed with that celebrity.

She keeps buying all this merchandise even though the family can't afford it. Charlie can't bring himself to discipline her. A ticket to Raymond's fan meet costs over three hundred dollars. Where's she getting that kind of money?" The crowd was stunned. But a life was at stake, so they had to do something. On the rooftop, Yosef Lennon who had run up ahead was trying to talk Shirley down.

But she was hysterical. "Don't cany closer! If you take one more step, I'll jump! Get away from me, all of you!" She swung the megaphone, knocking over a potted plant near her feet.

The old apartment building had no elevators, and the rooftop was cluttered with potted plants left by residents. As the pot fell, Viola looked up just in tto see it hurtling toward her. Suddenly, a force shoved her out of the way.

The pot shattered on the ground, dirt scattering everywhere. Viola stared at the heavy ceramic pot realizing it could have killed her if it had hit her head. Howard helped her up. "Are you okay?" he asked, having just finished a phone call. But then more pots began to fall, nearly hitting people below. Howard and Viola looked up and saw a small figure darting around, pushing people out of harm's way.

Viola's expression turned complicated. The person who had just saved her was Quinlyn-the sgirl she had harassed in 9/3 "1 12:06 Sat, 29 Mar Chapter 186 the dessert shop earlier.

The situation had spiraled out of control in just a couple of minutes.

To make matters worse, Howard had received the news. [There's a wildfire. All the fire trucks are tied up. No one dared to hold the bedsheetEn.

anymore. The goodwill of trying to save Shirley had almost gotten them killed, and they were growing frustrated. "Sweetheart, what do you wantto do?" Charlie was still on his knees, sobbing and pleading.

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