Novel & Cerita Cashier Fights Mom And Daughter

“How dare you hit my dad! You scoundrel!” Jason’s mother saw me strike her son and lunged at me. My mother was not about to stand by, so she threw her dignity aside and wrestled with her. In an instant, the scene descended into chaos. Worse followed. At first, relatives on both sides tried to pull us apart, but somehow it turned into an all-out brawl. The room was filled with cursing and the sounds of fighting. Jason even kicked me twice during the chaos. Just as things were spiraling out of control, the restaurant manager rushed in with security personnel.

"Cheap fuckers! Watchdogs! Do you even know your place? How dare you block us!" The lobby manager, Rachel Moss, was trying to break up the fight with two subordinates. "Sir, ma’am, please stop fighting! We have already called Ms. Seymour. She will be here soon!" Larissa hastened her pace. "Dad, Mom," she called. Only then did Travis’ parents stop. Janine Hardy glared at the guard she just punched and shouted, "What are you looking at? Hurry up and scram! Be the watchdog you were meant to be!"

Her voice exploded through the room as she reached out to grab the woman's hair, all while hurling obscene accusations. But this time, Mom had clearly met her match. Not only did Dad's coworkers intervene, but even Dad joined in, dragging Mom out of the hotel as she continued her hysterical tirade. One of the younger women even called security. In the end, several people carried Mom out of the hotel and left her at the entrance. Never in her life had Mom experienced such humiliation. Dusting herself off, she stood up. Right in front of the security guards and Dad's coworkers, she slapped Dad twice.

said a store security officer who had begun approaching. “Fraud?! Do you know who I am? I’m the mother-in-law of the owner of a huge company!” Camila shouted hysterically. “Ma’am, please leave now before we call the police. You’ve already wasted our time with these dead cards,” the store manager said bluntly. Camila and Larisa were forced out of the luxurious store under the scornful stares of the mall visitors. “Take your dirty hands off me!” Camila protested angrily. In front of the store entrance, they shouted like madwomen, cursing the assistant and the store manager, who no longer paid them any attention.

"Ma'am, if you're not planning to board a flight, please step aside to handle your personal matters. You're delaying other passengers." The lead security guard looked at me with an awkward expression. I glanced at Mom. "I'm boarding. Whoever is delaying people from boarding is the one you should be dealing with." At that, Mom simply lay down on the floor and threw a full tantrum. "Look at this, everyone! This is the ungrateful brat I raised with blood, sweat, and tears. She's calling security to drag me away. She has no humanity left! "Go ahead and beat me to death if you dare! I have high blood pressure. If I die here, it'll be exactly what this ungrateful daughter wants."

“You hit me? You put your hands on me while I’m in this damn hospital? I’ll end you!” I jumped in without thinking. “Mom, wait.. Kai, help me separate them!” But it was chaos. Kai was trying to pull Mom back without hurting her while Lena kept swinging and screaming about how Kai was hers. Nurses were running over. Someone yelled for security. “You think you can insult my daughter?” Mom was roaring now, really going at it. “Call her ugly? Call me mental? I’ll show you mental, you homewrecking whore!” She landed another solid hit and Lena stumbled, nose bleeding.

“You don't know me. And another thing, what the hell's wrong with you? You got a thing for married older women with kids or what? What kind of ploy is this- offer them a job and they'll come running? Are you insane?!" "Cash wait-" But no. I was done waiting. I was a speeding bullet on a one-way track to utter destruction, flames, and all. Her luck had run out. There was no stopping my fury this time. "What's the matter with you, huh? How are you going to just stand here and let this bastard sweet talk you like that? What about Dad?!" Mom bit her lip, her golden eyes flitting nervously from me to the stranger behind us. Good. At least she had the decency to look embarrassed after getting caug

Right now, many other women who were shopping around had caught sight of the commotion caused by Darling and they quickly brought out their phones and started recording but Darling had no idea yet. "Why would I spend my money on you? You came here to buy some things right? Pay for it then," Morgan said then turned to face her friends, "Let's go girls," and just like that, they left, leaving Darling alone by herself to face the humiliation. Knowing she was doomed, Darling took a deep breath and walked back to the cashier, and with a nervous smile, she asked, "Do you guys take credit?" "You have lost your mind," the cashier fired with her eyes glaring hard at Darling. "Just accept it, you wret

said the manager, rushing up to Gwen's side, "are you alright?" "Why did you even let people like them into this restaurant?!" she erupted. "If anything happens to my daughter here, you can just wait and see how Mr. Valor is going to make you pay for it!" The manager then apologized to Gwen profusely and repeatedly. Just then, Jacqueline looked up at her mother and godmother before asking them in an innocent voice, "Mommy, why did you and Aunt Lisa get into a fight? Didn't you tell me it's bad to get into fights?"

"Bitch, there's no point in acting in front of me. This entire mall belongs to the Campbell family. Without my approval today, you won't even be able to buy a single zipper." She snatched the card from my hand and flung it toward the entrance. "Quit pretending with that junk card. I'm not buying your act. Get out." I had never been spoken to like that before. Kate had truly pushed me past my limit. I grabbed her arm and dragged her straight to the store entrance before coldly ordering, "Pick up my card." The sales associates inside froze in shock. "Oh my god. She actually dared to talk to Ms. Barnes like that. She's Mr. Campbell's right hand. Crossing her is the same as crossing him."