Chapter 85: What He Went Through
"Hey. The captain said he doesn’t need you anymore—"
"Who are you to tell me that?!" Sabrina screamed. "He wants me! I’m the best Minder that can help him—"
"Well, flash news, Miss Obsessive Stalker! The captain found someone better than you! Someone who won’t take advantage of him and strip him—ow, ow!" Noir glared down at the hand that pinched his side.
Etienne was biting his lip, shaking his head once. He didn’t need to stop Noir. If he was worried that I might learn something unpleasant here, well, I already did. Just by seeing Claude’s trembling hands upon skin contact with this bitch, I knew something happened.
My heart burned. I don’t know. I just felt this surging rage inside me. Claude was clenching his teeth, his knuckles were white and strained.
I tapped Noir’s back. He turned to me and I gave him that knowing look. His frown disappeared, and a widening grin replaced it. He looked sinister. He stepped closer to Sabrina after that, his slightly larger build loomed over her petite one.
"W—What are you...trying to do?" Sabrina asked as she stepped backward.
Noir smirked. "I need counseling. You’re a Minder, so come on, help me."
"I don’t want to!" She yelled, but Noir grabbed her arm and dragged her into the nearest counseling room. "Claude! Help—"
She even tried to grab the frozen Claude, but I was quicker than her. I pulled him closer to me, as I waved at her. She screamed. What the hell is the NMA thinking, accepting a mentally disturbed person like that?
A Minder assaulting a Seeker? That’s unheard of. It is usually the opposite.