Chapter 215
Chapter 215 Broken Face, Broken Watch
“How dare you speak to me like that–apologize to me right now p>
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Anneliese reflexively shrugged her hand free. In the next second-“Ah!“–the woman cried out and stumbled backward, the watch in her hand flipping out of her grip. It hit the floor with a crack; the crystal spiderwebbed.
The salesperson stood frozen, then scrambled to pick up the watch, panic written all over their face.
The woman in sunglasses scrambled to her feet and pointed at Anneliese. “You all saw that–she shoved me on purpose, and she broke the watch! It’s her fault, not mine p>
She turned to leave, but the staff wouldn’t let her walk away that easily. A few security guards and the manager rushed over.
Anneliese frowned and stepped forward. “I didn’t push her, and I didn’t break the watch. You all saw what happened, didn’t you p>
The salesperson hesitated, flustered. “Sir, I only saw them tug at one another…” The whole thing had happened so fast that they hadn’t clearly seen how the watch flew out.
“She’s the one who smashed the watch! I was going to buy it–how could I have broken it? She couldn’t get the watch and flew into a rage p>
“Check the footage then. I believe–Ah…” Anneliese began, only for a palm to whip toward her face. She bent backward fast enough to avoid the worst of it, but even so, one of the woman’s long acrylic nails grazed from her cheek down to her jaw, a sting of pain.
“You little b*tch, you shoved me and broke the watch, and you’re still denying it?! I’m going to teach you a lesson today!” the woman spat as she lunged forward, only to be restrained by the guards and the manager.
Before they could pull her back, Anneliese stepped in and slapped the woman hard across the face. The woman’s sunglasses flew off, her hair came loose, and she looked thoroughly humiliated. She screamed as the guards forced them apart.
The manager hurried to pull the surveillance footage, but the camera’s angle had been blocked at the moment of the scuffle; the two women had twisted in front of the lens, and the clip didn’t clearly show how the watch had been launched. He tried to broker a compromise and placed equal blame on both.
“The footage isn’t clear?” the woman snapped. “She shoved me, and the watch flew with me–obviously her responsibility. Why should it be mine?” She doubled down on her lie.
Seeing that Anneliese was reasonable, the manager shifted his approach and focused on her instead.
Anneliese was easygoing but certainly no pushover.
She dug into her bag, pulled out a sheet of paper, and began sketching and calculating With a flurry of precise strokes, she slapped the page onto the manager’s desk and said coolly, “This was our positions a moment ago, my estimates of her height and weight, and the distance she flew.
“Based on that, the force required to throw her that way is about 55 pounds of force. Do you understand what that means? It’s roughly the force needed to tip over about an eight–gallon bucket of water. Am 1
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Chapter 215 Broken Face, Broken Watch
some kind of Hercules who can fling that much force with a flick of the wrist?
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“Even if I were, there’d have to be a reaction force–do you want me to calculate how many hundreds of pounds I’d need to weigh to stay planted while emitting that much force so she could point at me and
accuse me p>
The manager stared at the page, bewildered by the complex formulas and figures. This girl looks defenseless but is actually so scary, crushing people with science out of nowhere! This is unfair!
Everyone in the shop fell silent, stunned.
Anneliese pulled out her phone and flashed it. “If your store can’t solve this, I’ll call the police. Let them professionally determine whether I pushed her. They can also check the watch for my fingerprints p>
Her argument was calm and airtight. People in the crowd had already started recording on their phones; the manager didn’t want a bigger scene. He stammered, “O–okay. Please don’t call the police. This really isn’t your fault p>
Anneliese nodded. “If it’s not my fault, may I leave now p>
Before the manager could speak up, someone in the small mob began shouting, “Let her leave! Who are you to stop her? It’s not her fault p>
“Yeah, are you running a crooked shop? You scared a customer and then bullied the victim–what kind of place is this?” others chimed in.
With the crowd pressing and videos circulating, the manager waved his hands and personally escorted Anneliese to the exit.
“You can’t let her go! I won’t be pushed around–if she can walk away, so can I p>