Chapter 362

Chapter 362

The auxiliary officer snapped to attention and called out, “Sergeant!”

The sergeant paid him no mind, striding over to the sleek black sedan parked by the curb. As the car window slid down, he bent down to speak to the person inside, his demeanor markedly respectful.

It was clear this was someone of importance.

The auxiliary officer, blocked by the sergeant’s back, had initially assumed the mystery man to be an elderly figure, until a deep, casual voice revealed a young man, exuding an air of aristocracy.

Curious, he tried to peek inside, but the window was already rolling up, the man’s face partially hidden in the shadow of the car interior, revealing just a glimpse of a sharp

jawline..

The sergeant turned and gestured for him to open the gate.

The electronic barrier lifted, and the sedan glided smoothly into the precinct.

“Sir, who was that?” the officer asked.

The older leader smacked him on the head lightly. “Mind your own business.”

Unable to contain his curiosity, the young officer rubbed his head and muttered, “Driving such a fancy ride, what’s he doing at our little old station?”

“Picking someone up,” the sergeant replied tersely, before hurrying off.

Leanne sat in the chair as a policewoman got her a glass of water, her tone polite. ” have a seat for a moment.”

Leanne asked, “Any news from the hospital?”

“They said it’s a grade-one concussion. He’s awake, but the cut on the back of his head was pretty bad. Needed stitches.”

Leanne thanked her and sipped the lukewarm water from the dispenser, which was

tasteless.

Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, bouncing around her mind like erratic lines of text.

Only yesterday, she had used the threat of calling the police on someone else, and today, she found herself in the station.

Carl had been knocked out cold by a vase she threw in a moment of panic. The neighbors had heard the commotion and called the cops earlier. She had ridden in a police car, been brought into the station, and had her statement taken-a wholly new experience for someone who had always played by the rules.

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Chapter 362

Voices buzzed around her, none reaching her ears.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed in the corridor, chaotic and mixed. One set was familiar-confident and nonchalant.

She felt a pull, her head turning slightly toward the door.

Seconds later, Curtis’ tall, distinguished figure came into view. His silver-gray blazer over a brown tweed tie made him look effortlessly classy.

Several people were talking to him, but his gaze drifted past them to lock on Leanne.

Without a word, he walked over to her, giving her a once-over to ensure she was unharmed.

Leanne looked up as Curtis casually dropped his hands into his trouser pockets. His tone was teasing, “Look at you, getting into brawls now.”

Leanne whispered back defensively, “I didn’t start a fight. I just hit him with a vase.”

At that moment, she’d just reacted on instinct; she hadn’t banked on the vase being that solid.

And as for Carl, well, he had it coming, no regrets there.

Curtis sounded almost proud, “Knocked out a guy twice your size with just one hit, not bad. You’ve got strength.”

She could hardly believe he was praising her for that.

Seeing him, Leanne’s tension eased slightly. “Did you finish your meeting?”

“Meetings are never as interesting as rescuing you from a police station,” Curtis quipped with a slight lift at the corner of his eyes, amused. “Quite the novelty, the good girl getting carted off by the cops.”

The policewoman who had poured the water earlier let out a snicker, then quickly pretended it wasn’t her.

With many eyes on them, Leanne, feeling self-conscious, nudged his shin with her shoe tip. “And you find this funny?”

Curtis’ smile deepened, and he ruffled her hair. “I should’ve brought a camera. It’s a shame not to capture such a priceless moment.”

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