Chapter 949:A Taste Of Her Own Medicine (part two)

"All right. Now open your eyes and watch how I walk out here as I have walked in." Straightening her clothes a bit, Cynthia ignored Jessica and walked directly toward the door. Seeing that Cynthia indeed wasn't intimidated by her words, Jessica hinted to her people that they should get in Cynthia's way.

You bet I will," replied Jessica, leaning back in her chair with a smug smile on her face. She didn't believe Cynthia had any chance of walking out safely today. One of the men tried to grab Cynthia's arm, and a card came out of nowhere, flew over, and hit the man's hand, leaving a cut so deep that the card literally stood on his hand as he growled in pain. Before anyone could figure out what just happened, more cards came. Seconds later, everyone Jessica had brought was taken down, each with multiple cuts on their hands or arms.

What's going on? Who's out there?" Jessica began to panic. She was horrified to realize that her plan, which took her so much time and effort, was shattered so easily.

"Well, I said you couldn't stop me. now you believe me, right?" Cynthia said with a cold smile. The people who protected her were from The Mayfly, an organization with immense power in all kinds of fields. No one, not even Cynthia herself, had any idea exactly how powerful the organization truly was.

"Are you all dead? Get up and catch her. She's only a woman, for God's sake!" Jessica shouted, desperate to fight back. Though she sounded tough, she couldn't help but look around nervously. She couldn't figure out who had thrown the cards. It gave her the creeps to see that the cards were all directed at her men, without a single one hitting Cynthia who was standing right amidst those people.

"Was that sorcery?" a man who got hurt asked abruptly. Soon enough everyone felt the implications. All of the men started to panic, watching Cynthia with horror as if she was a witch.

Shut up and stop that bullshit. There is no such thing as magic!" Despite cringing a little in fear, Jessica still tried to stop everyone from running off. She now realized that Cynthia wasn't bluffing about her ability to walk away freely.

"I suggest you save your strength. Because you are not getting near me. Try it again if you don't believe me." Jonathan loved Cynthia deeply and saw her safety as one of his top priorities. As the man in control of The Mayfly, Jonathan always sent his best men to protect his wife whenever she went out. It was Jonathan's command that no accident, not the least serious ones, was allowed to happen to Cynthia. And Cynthia knew her husband would make sure she was protected, so she was confident in front of Jessica. It turned out she could rely on Jonathan.

"I don't buy your bullshit. I don't know much but I know that there is no such thing as sorcery in this world. Come on, guys. Get up and grab her!" Attempting to salvage her plan for the last time, Jessica threw her fists fiercely forward as she pep-talked her warriors.

"Before you do anything stupid, just understand, you brought this on yourself. Don't touch me. Don't even look in my direction, or cuts on your arms will be the least of your worries." Cynthia knew that there were at least four people around who were watching out for her. Though she had no idea what kind of weapons they were carrying, she knew they were no doubt enough to drive off these lowlifes.

"Cut it out already. I'm not afraid of you. And to these who are hiding in the dark, don't be such cowards! Show some guts and yourselves." Jessica never believed in supernatural powers. Worst case scenario would be that these people who were protecting Cynthia were very good at what they did, but they were still human.

"Let me go, Jessica, and I might let you live," Cynthia warned, striding toward the door as she said this.

"What are you waiting for? An engraved invitation? If you lose her, you won't see a dime. But if you catch her, ten million will be all yours." Seeing that today's events greatly demoralized the men she hired, Jessica took out a bank card and waved in front of those men, trying to entice them with money.

It was a clever move because a few of the men were clearly motivated. With their faces aglow with excitement, they stood up and dusted themselves off. Cynthia once again was surrounded, and the thugs were closing in. To their horror, they were greeted yet again by a wave of flying objects aimed at their balls. And this time, it wasn't cards but small steel balls which caused them agony when they hit. It appeared that those men hiding in the dark were upset, or they wouldn't have switched weapons and attacked the most delicate part of the body. The thugs were on the ground, hands on their privates, howling in pain.

"I don't believe it! You are a witch, aren't you, Cynthia? That's why your face doesn't wrinkle and you can call evil powers like that!" Jessica exclaimed, her voice shivering with terror. Though she didn't want to admit it, she knew her plan had failed. The mysterious power wielded by the woman she was facing was more than she could handle.

You're damn right, I am a witch. So you'd better wise up and stop messing with me. FYI, you should really be grateful that my husband isn't at home, or you'd be dead. Before I go, here's a piece of advice: let it go. Just stop all this and start being a good person. It's not too late to start." After she said what she needed, Cynthia walked out. She didn't know if Jessica would take her advice, but frankly, she didn't care. She still won the day. Behind her, Jessica stood there dumbfounded, face as pale as a ghost.

A pang of disappointment hit Jessica as she realized that not only Cynthia was not hurt, but the people she hired were badly injured.

"I didn't pay you to lie on the ground, you sons of bitches. Get up and bring that woman back!" Jessica said furiously. She was humiliated by the way Cynthia trampled on her plan and walked out of the tea house freely while there was nothing she could do to stop her. At the same time, she was also intimidated by those man who protected Cynthia. She didn't dare to rush out for fear of being hit by those objects that had taken down her people. They seemed to have an array of weapons, and she didn't want to find out what else they had.