Chapter 115 - I Promise I Won't Hurt You

Neil Mo was feeling slightly awkward after the conversation with his mother that he was unable to look at Edith straight as they walked on the street to the store.

Although he was famous for his aloof expression, Neil can be shy at certain matters. Therefore, he was quiet throughout their walk. It was not until he heard her voice announcing that they have arrived that he snapped out of his trance. 

Seeing the casual look on her face, Neil was relieved and embarrassed at the same time. 

As Edith went into the shop, Neil decided to wait for her outside as he did not want to feel awkward when he watched her pick out some stuff for his mother. 

Just as Edith entered the store, the phone in his pocket rang and Neil picked up the call from Assistant Shawn. There was a potential business deal with a well-known company in Country T and Assistant Shawn needed to check with him before he submitted the final report.

"STOP!"

As Neil was giving his assistant a few final instructions, his ears caught the familiar voice. His head turned to follow the voice. Suddenly, a silhouette in a dark blue outfit went past him. As he was trying to figure out what was going on, Edith ran past him, appearing to be chasing the man in front of them.

"Hey! You! Stop!!"

His body froze in place and the two figures had gone further away. Assistant Shawn called out his name a few times and asked what was going on at his side.

The assistant heard Edith's voice and was worried that his boss had run into trouble.

Neil told his assistant that he had an urgent matter and disconnected the call before Assistant Shawn was able to say anything. 

When Neil looked up again, the two figures had disappeared from his sight. The frown on his face deepened as he recalled seeing the familiar purse in the teenager's hand.

Immediately, Neil picked up his pace and went to chase after the two.

Meanwhile, Edith continued to chase after the teenage boy on the street. Her feet accidentally stumbled into a rock on the pavement but Edith quickly balanced herself before she fell on the ground.

A slight pain stabbed her on her ankle, but Edith ignored the pain and continued to sprint towards the thief. 

She had been chasing after the thief for a few blocks, but it doesn't seem as if he was showing any sign that he was going to stop anytime soon. The street was almost empty at this time. The few passersby who happened to see this chasing did not consider to give Edith a hand and help her to stop that thief.

Her eyes darkened upon realizing that none of the passersby cared enough to help.

A few cursing words escaped her lips as Edith continued her chase. "Hey, you! Stop! Give me back my purse"

The teenager turned briefly. His eyes widened and he picked up his pace when he saw that Edith was still trying to catch up to him. The teenager had thought that the woman was going to give up after a few blocks. He was not expecting that the woman had a lot of stamina to chase after him.

Soon, they reached a junction and the teenager turned into the dark alley.

Edith followed after him and stopped abruptly when she saw that the teenager was pointing a knife at her. Instantly, Edith raised both hands to the air.

The teenager cursed as he gasped for air. "Why do you keep chasing after me?"

"You stole my purse," Edith pointed out.

The teenager stared at her with a look of disbelief. He definitely was not expecting Edith to answer his rhetorical question. He shook his head to clear his head and waved the knife. "Stop following me. Or. Or I'll hurt you."

"Alright!" Edith took a step back. "I will stop following you."

The teenage boy heaved a sigh in relief.

"Just hand over my purse back. I promise I won't hurt you."

The boy looked at her in disbelief, but her later words surprised him. He was the one who was holding the knife, where did this woman get her confidence to hurt him?

"No. You didn't get to give orders." He tightened his grip around the knife and waved it around. "See here. I have a weapon. If you're not careful, I am going to hurt you. So, you're going to listen to me, not the other way around. Now. You are going to turn around and leave. Don't try to do anything funny or I will hurt you.

Edith continued to stare at the teenage boy, assessing his movement and any loophole for her to take her action. The boy was holding a silver knife in his hand and it was not wise for her to provoke him.

Slowly, Edith nodded. "I understand."

"Good," the boy backed away carefully. He glanced at the street anxiously for a chance to run away. His knife still pointing towards Edith. 

"But I still couldn't let you go," Edith took a step forward to him carefully. "Not until you give me back my purse."

The teenager was shocked when Edith took a step towards him. Anxiously, he lunged forward with the knife in his hand.

Edith turned to evade him just before the weapon touched her. She grabbed at the boy's wrist, pulling him forward. In one swift moment, Edith knocked the weapon off his hand.

Before the boy was able to register at what was going on, Edith lifted her legs and landed her knee on his stomach, knocking the air out of him. The boy bent forward, and Edith hit him at a spot behind his neck.

In just a few seconds, the situation had changed and the boy fell with his face facing the ground.

Edith stepped over his body, kicked the knife far away, and retrieved her purse. Then, she swept a few strands of hair off her face and sneered. "You pick the wrong person to steal from, kid."

The kid groaned in pain and cursed. "Who the hell are you?"

Edith did not answer and instead studied the boy from head to toe.

Seeing the way she narrowed her eyes dangerously at him, the boy did not dare to retaliate. He was aware that the woman in front of him was someone he could not defeat.

He sat up quickly and glanced around in fear. "Please don't call the police. Please. I beg you. I'll do anything."

Her eyes continued to assess the boy. He was still young and probably was still relying on his parents to live. His eyes showed repentance and Edith's heart softened.

Since she had retrieved her purse, Edith was not planning to do anything else to the boy or call the police.

She turned around and halted when I found a man standing a few feet away from her with his arms crossed over his chest. Her mouth gaped open when she saw Neil's cold gaze on her.

Why.... does it seem like President Mo was unhappy?

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