Chapter 39
Chapter 39
“Who are you calling a dog?” Kailyn stepped forward instantly, glaring at me in a furious rage. Even Dexter beside her walked aggressively toward me, his fist clenched tightly, ready to slap me on the spot.
Instinctively, I glanced around, then at the camera not far away, and replied coolly, “As expected, a bunch of lap dogs.”
Upon hearing this, the cop, who already didn’t like me, cursed under his breath, “What the hell?”
The older officer nearby immediately pulled him back and said to me, “It was just a misunderstanding. Both parties have decided not to press charges. Sign the papers, and you can take him home.”
“Apologize to me, or you’re not leaving Kailyn blocked in front of me, her eyes burning with anger.
I’d actually expected this. After all, how could the pampered princess of the Shepherd family take such an insult?
Although she didn’t know me, I knew her.
In fact, I knew everyone who appeared around Isaac, my half–brother.
But he didn’t know my existence. Perhaps even my father didn’t either.
For a long time, I’d wondered what kind of man my father was. He seemed gentle and dignified, with an air of nobility. But why did he abandon my mother? In the photos, the two of them looked so in love, holding hands and smiling.
What happened back then that made my mother leave? Did he cheat on her?
For a long time, I lived under the shadow of being an illegitimate child.
If others knew about my disgraceful identity, it would be better if I had no father at all. At least I could live openly without shame that way.
I regretted not going to Guardvard University back then, yet there was also a flicker of relief in me. After all, it was in Wadiff City, and it was Isaac’s alma mater.
There might’ve been a chance for me to meet my biological father, Maddox Parks. But what if I did meet him? Would I ask if he knew about me? Or if he still remembered my mother?
“Who do you want an apology from? Listen, I don’t hit women. Don’t test my limits.” Javier shielded me behind him.
As soon as he finished, a loud smack echoed as a slap landed on his face.
Kailyn wore a smug expression, her pretty eyes filled with disdain and provocation.
Just as Javier was about to lose it and was pulled back by one of the officers, I slapped Kailyn across the face.
Instantly, her perfect cheek swelled up.
Witnessing the scene from aside, Dexter raised his hand, ready to slap me, but I spin–kicked straight at his knee, sending him to the ground with a thud.
The whole station was stunned for a moment before anyone snapped out of it.
Standing aside, even Isaac took a while to react upon hearing Kailyn’s wailing, his mouth twitching subconsciously.
Javier’s face was filled with astonishment as he gazed at me with disbelief. “Laurel, you good?”
I nodded. Physically, nothing was hurt except for my dress, which seemed to be torn,
“How… how dare you?” The cop who had me under his radar was so angry he was pointing a finger at me.
I couldn’t help but sneer in disdain as I leisurely said, “She threw tantrums and hits, but you had my brother pulled away instead?”
“How much damage can a chick like her do the cop retorted.
“You’re right. I’m just a delicate chick myself, too. How much damage could I have done other than merely self–defense?” As I spoke, I took off my blazer. By now, Dexter stood to his feet, taking two cautious steps back.
“My dress is ruined. It’s not expensive, 150 thousand dollars. As long as you apologize to me, I won’t mind letting it go.” I smiled.
*150 thousand dollars? How dare you extort us at the police station.” Kailyn stopped crying. She instantly flared up again with humiliation and ire as her frosty gaze glued on me fiercely like venom and her grin gleamed as if she had a hold of my handle.
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12:58 PM
Chapter 39
I sighed softly as I fished out a set of car keys from my bag, which I slipped inconspicuously into Javier’s hands. “Go get me a dress in the car. What I’m wearing is torn. I need to change.”
Angela had a similar figure to mine, and I was aware that she always kept two sets of backup clothes in her car.
Javier had stiffened with instant surprise when the Maserati car keys landed on his palm before he could recover from his dumbfounded state.
Inside the police station, the others were instantly flabbergasted as they shared the same confused look at the situation. It just went perfectly quiet.
At this time, A cop in casual clothing walked past the main door.
“Chief, what brings you here today? It’s the weekend,” a cop greeted him.
The cop scanned around before his gaze glued on Isaac. He quickly strutted toward him. “Isaac, long time no see!”
“Yes, Flynn. How have you been?” Isaac responded with a smile.
Seeing the police chief, Flynn Robertson, Kailyn looked like she saw her savior. She hurried over to Isaac, tears streaming down her face pitifully. “Isaac, you’re not gonna help me?”
Flynn frowned slightly, looking at her. “Kailyn, you’ve grown so much! What’s wrong? You used to be a crybaby when you were little, and now you’re still crying all the time?”
Only then did I realize why the cops treated people differently–not just because Kailyn had a tough background but also because she had a close relationship with the police chief here.
“What are you standing there for? Go get me some clothes.” I didn’t want to waste time here because I was hungry.
“Flynn, she hit me and tried to extort me.” Kailyn covered her swollen face, looking utterly pitiful.
Javier wanted to explain, but I stopped him with a glance, and he obediently walked out the door to get my clothes.
Meanwhile, I sat on a chair calmly, covering the torn part of my dress with my jacket.
Just as the officer on duty was about to step forward and report, another middle–aged officer quickly approached and relayed everything that had happened to Flynn.
Hearing the situation, Flynn paused for a moment, then patted Isaac’s arm. “Isaac, let’s just drop this. Do this old man a favor, will you?”
At his words, I couldn’t help but pause too.
‘Flynn, why are you helping her instead of me?” Kailyn looked utterly stunned.
Isaac, however, nodded calmly. “Flynn, my sister was indeed in the wrong first. She shouldn’t have gotten physical.”
Kailyn pouted, tears now falling freely. “Isaac, why… why are you taking her side?”
Meanwhile, Dexter, who was standing behind Kailyn, gently tugged at her arm and whispered, “Kailyn, we are strangers in this strange land–she’s an Adams. The dress she’s wearing is worth 150 thousand dollars, and the car outside costs millions.”
“No… no way!” Hearing this, Kailyn froze in place, muttering to herself.
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