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Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 212
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Chapter 212 Chapter 212: "That's absurd," Rachel fired back, her voice cutting through the tension with sharp precision. "I never forced your hand. The choice to hire him was always yours. But what I cannot tolerate is your public humiliation of my brother. I will not let you get away with this. With all these witnesses here, do you really think you can distort the truth?" Seeing her unyielding resolve, the man decided he'd had enough. He waved his hand dismissively, his voice laced with irritation. "Enough. Leave now. You're no longer welchere." Rachel stood unmoved, her stature resolute. "We'll leave, but you owe my brother an apology," she declared, her tone unwavering.

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The man's scoff was laden with mockery, his disbelief evident. "What did you say? Apologize to this fool?" He sneered, the words laced with venom. "Are you insane?" Rachel didn't flinch. Her gaze locked onto his, unyielding, her resolve impenetrable. "Yes, you will apologize. Whether or not you hire him is your prerogative, but you crossed a line. You insulted him, and you wounded his dignity. Today, you will acknowledge that." For a moment, the man seethed in fury, his face reddening, his fists clenching. But Rachel stood there, a silent force of determination, unbowed by his rage.

Suddenly, a voice cut through the tension, resonating with clarity and conviction. “This lady is right. You don't have to hire her brother, but humiliating him is unacceptable. Apologizing isn't an unreasonable request." The man's face flushed with fury, his embarrassment morphing into seething anger. In an instant, he snapped, his voice laced with venom, "Who said that?" A young woman in a white shirt and jeans timidly raised her hand, but her voice was firm. "It was me." The interviewer's glare darkened, and he turned to the security guards, his command icy and dismissive. "Throw them out. All of them." Rachel's body stiffened, and she stepped forward, positioning herself between Jeffrey and the advancing security, her arms stretched wide. "Who dares?" she challenged, her voice firm and commanding. Check exclusive content galnovalsThe man's lips curled into a condescending sneer. "What are you waiting for? Throw them out. Didn't you hear me?" The security guards exchanged uneasy glances, their hesitation palpable as they looked at Rachel, who stood firm, her resolve unshaken. "Mr. Welch, it's not that we don't want to, but..." "Enough!" the man cut him off sharply, his impatience growing. "If you can't get them out, pick them up and toss them like garbage. Understood?" A wave of security guards advanced, their movements swift and coordinated.

Rachel spun around, shielding Jeffrey with her body, her determination blazing despite the odds. But in the end, the sheer force of numbers proved too much to overcome.

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Moments later, Rachel, Jeffrey, and the young lady who had defended them were unceremoniously thrown out of the building. True to that man's instructions, the guards showed no mercy: Rachel was hurled onto the steps, her body tumbling down several times before finally coming to a halt. Wincing in pain, she tried to push herself up, her limbs trembling from the impact. The young lady and Jeffrey rushed to her side, their hands reaching out to steady her and help her to her feet.

Jeffrey's hands trembled as he helped Rachel to her feet, his voice thick with concern. Rachel, are you sure you're okay? Are you hurt? Please, tell me."