Renee Jennings hurried toward the pet store.
Bella saw a white Bichon Frise and barked, "What a classy little guy."
Renee’s only thought was getting Bella cleaned up after she was unfortunately splashed with Cola, so she paid no mind to what her dog was saying.
She chose a deluxe grooming package for Bella, which would take three hours.
Renee didn’t want to wait that long, so she searched for a nearby movie theater, planning to watch a movie to kill ti.
Just as she picked up her phone, a call ca in from Sean Fuller.
She answered, and the voice on the other end ca through imdiately. "Renee, are you streaming tonight? My phone’s blowing up with people asking."
Renee: "..."
She said, exasperated, "No stream. I’m out right now."
"Okay, I’ll post an update to let them know." Sean Fuller hung up and quickly posted to his social dia.
[Renee isn’t streaming tonight, so stop ssaging ! My phone is about to crash from all of you asking!]
Renee gave his post a like, then switched apps and bought a movie ticket.
It was a thrilling sci-fi blockbuster with a runti of 139 minutes.
By the ti Renee finished the movie, it was already past eleven at night.
She returned to the pet store to find Bella all cleaned up.
Renee gathered the sweet-slling furball into her arms, and as she turned, the automatic doors slid open.
A fresh breeze washed over them, and Bella squinted her eyes in contentnt.
Just as they were about to get in the car, she looked over at the flower bed and noticed the classy Bichon guy was still there.
Bella barked in surprise, "You’re still here!"
Renee, closing the car door, asked warily, "Who are you talking about?"
"Renee, look over there." Bella lifted a small paw, pointing toward the Bichon. "Bella saw him when we went inside earlier."
Renee looked where she was pointing and saw two figures—a person and a dog.
A girl in a pink fleece jacket was sitting by the flower bed, its zipper pulled all the way up, hiding half her face in the collar. A white Bichon Frise was sitting in front of her.
Renee asked, puzzled, "Bella, are you saying they were already there when we first arrived?"
’Aren’t they cold?’
"Yep." Bella nodded her fluffy white head. "Renee, do you think I’ll be as classy as him when I grow up?"
Renee looked down at the Samoyed in her arms and asked hesitantly, "You want to be like that Bichon when you grow up?"
Bella nodded emphatically. "Yeah! He’s so classy!"
Renee paused for a few seconds before replying, "In that case, you’d better start saving up for a perm."
Bella asked earnestly, "How much does it cost to get a perm as classy as his?"
Renee chuckled. "I have no idea. I’ll ask for you so other day."
She fastened her seatbelt, preparing to drive off.
Bella was still staring wistfully at the classy Bichon.
Before she could start the car, Renee’s phone suddenly rang.
As she ended the call, she heard Bella’s urgent voice. "Renee, can you save that classy guy? So humans are bullying him!"
At her words, Renee whipped her head around to look out the window, her brow instantly furrowing.
Two large n had suddenly appeared where the Bichon and its owner were.
A man in a red jacket was kicking the small, helpless Bichon around like a soccer ball.
The other man, who was wearing a patterned sweater, was yanking on the girl’s collar and patting her cheek.
Renee lowered the window and could vaguely hear the n’s degrading words.
"Sitting out here this late, what are you doing if not selling yourself? Why act so high and mighty?"
"Wanna save your dog? Call ’bro’ and let’s hear it. If I like what I hear, I’ll let it go."
Renee was furious. She imdiately pulled out her phone to call the police.
But it would take so ti for the police to arrive, and the man in the patterned sweater had already wrapped his arm around the girl, his lecherous face leaning in to kiss her.
Renee took a deep breath, placed Bella in the passenger seat, and said, "Stay here. I’m going to go serve up so justice."
Bella barked, "Go, Renee!"
Renee took off her jacket, tied her hair back in a neat ponytail, pushed open the car door, and shouted, "Get your filthy hands off her."
Hearing her voice, the two creeps looked up.
The mont their eyes landed on Renee’s exquisitely sculpted face, they lit up, shalessly gawking at her.
"Whoa, an even more tempting one showed up."
"She’s a total knockout!"
The man in the patterned sweater let go of Stella. Rubbing his hands together, his eyes brazenly raked over Renee from head to toe.
"I call dibs on this one!" he told his companion.
The man in the red jacket chuckled sleazily. "I’m good with either."
Listening to their filthy conversation, Renee’s fists clenched.
She sneered, a ruthless glint in her eyes. "So, have you decided? Which of you is going first?"
"Ooh, you wanna do it right here?" The man in the patterned sweater whistled, a thuggish drawl in his voice. "This little chick’s pretty wild! Well, if you don’t mind, I don’t mind either."
He walked toward Renee, rubbing his hands together.
Seeing this, Stella’s heart clenched, and she cried out in concern, "Be careful!"
She tried to rush forward and help Renee, but the man in the red jacket spread his arms to block her, grinning lewdly. "Hey now, little sis. Let’s be clear, you’re with ."
Stella’s face went pale, and she quickly backed away.
"Co on, little thing, co play with ." The man in the patterned sweater reached for Renee.
Renee’s eyes turned sharp as her slender fingers clamped down on his wrist.
"Well now, aren’t you eager?" he said with a smirk. But a second later, his face contorted, and a howl of pain escaped his lips. "AH, CRAP, IT HURTS, IT HURTS..."
His arm was twisted behind his back at an unnatural angle.
"Hurts, does it?" Renee sneered, shoving him away and landing a swift, hard kick to his ass.
The man in the patterned sweater went down face-first, eating dirt.
Renee turned to look at the man in the red jacket.
He had backed the girl into a corner and was savagely pulling at her jacket.
The girl clutched desperately at her collar.
The man in the red jacket spat on the ground and snapped, "So you’re going to do this the hard way, huh?"
With that, he suddenly crouched down and started yanking on the girl’s pants.
A murderous glint flashed in Renee’s eyes. She strode forward on her long legs and grabbed the man’s collar.
"What the hell?" the red-jacketed man snapped, turning around impatiently.
Renee clenched her fist, slamd it into his face twice, and spat out a curse, "You little bastard, born but never raised!"
The man in the red jacket saw stars from the blows.
Still holding his collar, Renee slapped him twice across the face and said coldly, "What damn business is it of yours if a girl is out at night?"
"Answer !" She slapped him again. "Why aren’t you answering? Trying to act so pure now?"
The man in the red jacket’s head was spinning, and his cheeks were burning.
He opened his mouth to speak, only to get another hard slap across the face.
"I thought you liked to have fun? Let’s go." Renee glared at him, her eyes like ice. "I’ll have so fun with you right now! Which is it? You want it on the left cheek or the right?"
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