Claiming The Part Of A Heroine

Pascal, who had already spotted Pearl all this while, stepped forward, to stop her from coming close to Amelia.

"Ma'am, I would advise you to move along and shop elsewhere." Pascal gestured forward, his narrowed gaze glaring pointedly at Pearl.

"Or else what, Mr bulldog." Pearl sneered, knowing that Pascal wouldn't dare to touch her in a public place.

"This shopping mall is not owned by your boss. It is a public place and I can go wherever the f*ck I want. I need to pick some tomatoes and you are obstructing my path. So if you don't mind me asking politely, get the f*ck out of my way."

Pascal's muscles stiffened, his hands slowly balling into a fist. "Ma'am, I won't..."

"Pascal, let her be," Amelia called out softly cutting him off. "I'm sure she's in desperate need of those tomatoes. I am almost done here."

"Exactly Pascal, shoo..." Pearl snickered, demonstrating with her hand. "Except you want to help me hold my basket."