Get Rid Of Her

Ketty was no

longer able to keep her cool to get this treatment. "Yes, pretty well," the manager said without

getting the hint at all."One of us should leave here; I can't be in the same space as her. She will finish all the air with her

big nose." Ketty was so intimidated by Janny's presence; she better not does something irrational.

"Relax same here I don't want to be in the same place with ugly people; you look like you are in pain.

Go home now and better make up you make me want to throw up." The three wolves were so

angry they knew they were nothing compared to Janny's beauty or her figure. They had to rely on

makeup, and her remark was a slap in the face.

The manager was caught in between. It was The Young Miss who It was could make sure he loses his

job on the other side Miss world who could make the business go bank cruft with one single word to

the net about the restaurant boom it's over, that was how much janny has control over the net.

He was confused "ha-ha why don't we share the place it's quite big or if you like you can each have a

private chamber "

"No throw her out or I'll have my dad into this and make sure this thing you call a restaurant is

demolished in no seconds".

That was how the Young Miss gets everything she wants by blackmailing people with her father and

her father would have everything done for his sweet darling daughter as the only child she got

everything she wants daddy's little princess.

The manager felt like crying 'What must I do now'.

"Not a chance these fools have to leave "

Candy went to attack Janny as she was tired of this thing in front of her but all she got was a punch

from Janny she fell to the floor sobbing.

"GET RID OF HER NOW!!!"

"GET RID OF HER NOW!!!" Ketty's voice pierced the air, dripping with anger. Not that she was moved

by Candy's tears and emotions, Ketty knew why she had befriended Candy solely for the purpose of

executing her plan. Yet, Candy clung to the illusion of friendship, oblivious to Ketty's true intentions.

The time wasn't ripe to dispose of her just yet; Ketty needed Candy for the impending second assault

on Miss World. A wicked smile curled on Ketty's lips.

"Fat chance. These fools need to clear out," Janny declared resolutely.

Ketty, feigning a call to her father, raised the stakes. "Daddy…"Guards!" Janny shot a menacing look at the manager, leaving him wishing he could shed tears.

"Don't you dare touch me!" she warned the guards, throwing them into confusion.

"Get rid of her," the manager choked out, a hint of regret in his words. 'Sorry, Miss World.'

The guards forcibly carried Janny across the street, her resistance akin to a frenzied struggle. They

deposited her unceremoniously onto the unforgiving pavement. "At least you could have placed me

nicely," she sneered at their rough treatment.

One guard derisively remarked, "If you wanted nice treatment, you should have been as powerful as

the Young Miss."

With that, they departed, leaving Janny grappling with the reality of her own limitations. Despite

holding the title of Miss World, she paled in comparison to the power of the Young Miss.

"But I promise that I will be and come back laughing at you for your words," she vowed.

Meanwhile, back at the restaurant, Ronge vented her frustration at Candy's impulsiveness. "You

idiot," she scolded.

"I got angry and felt the need to attack her," Candy defended herself, oblivious to her mistake.

"If you still want to tag along, you need to work on your temper, young lady. Or you can leave. We

don't need you anyway."

Horrified, Candy hesitated. She couldn't bear the thought of returning to servitude. The Young Miss

had extended a helping hand, and Candy reciprocated by assisting in the quest for revenge against

Janny. Resolute, she vowed to refine herself for the climb to the top, opting for politeness over

rashness.

"I'm sorry. Now I know I won't act so impulsively next time."

'What next time' Ronge sneered in her mind knowing that Ketty will soon dispose her like nothing

when ever she is finished with what's playing in her mind."Whatever. Let's go in," Ketty dismissed, unwilling to waste more words. Ronge, usually the calmest,

found herself unusually perturbed, prompting the other ladies to cast puzzled glances her way.

"We need to act on our next move," Ronge asserted, breaking her customary composure.

"I mean, look how she has a backbone now. She can talk back and fight. If we don't do anything, she

will take us down before we even do anything."

The realization struck that Janny, once content to remain unnoticed, was now a formidable force

working undercover to establish dominance in the high-stakes world of the affluent.

Meanwhile, back at Janny's apartment, she nursed her bruises. "Aahhhh!!" Treating her wound, it

was so painful. The impact with the ground still throbbing painfully. After treating her wounds, she

retrieved scissors and cloth, engaging in the familiar ritual of crafting to soothe her mind.

"I'll get my revenge soon, Ketty," Janny muttered, her eyes fixed on a menacing image.

"If only".