Boss, Your Wife is Asking for A Divorce, Again!

Chapter 1095

She had no idea why this criminal was coming at her. Maybe he was caught after he broke the law and felt

unjustified, so he wanted to take it out on society and harm others as a form of catharsis?

After all, there were countless people like this. Sometimes, she would read news on the Internet where she saw

innocent victims and felt so sorry for them.

Now, she had joined the club as one of the innocent victims, but fortunately, it was the police station here, and she

had Freddie by his side. Or else, she would probably be in danger already.

On the other side, the plump middle-aged man to whom Freddie pointed the baton didn't dare to take another step

forward as his expression changed completely. Instead, he hurriedly came to a stop and raised his cuffed hands in

the air to surrender.

It didn't occur to him that he would be threatened with a weapon when he just wanted to plead for mercy. What

bad timing!

The police officers quickly caught the fat man from behind, and one of them kicked him in the back of his knee.

Caught off guard, he fell to his knees with a loud thud, and the officers pinned him to the ground, pressing his face

against the floor and holding him firmly as though they were afraid that he would escape as he did earlier.

"Stay still and don't move!" the officers on top of him warned fiercely.

The man couldn't help the bitter smile on his face as he thought, Move? Can I even move when I'm in this state?

Opposite him, Freddie relaxed and kept his baton away when he saw that the officers had apprehended the

criminal. Finally, he turned to the two officers and reprimanded stoically, "What were you two doing earlier? Can't

you even hold one person?"

The officers hung their heads and didn't answer, knowing they were in the wrong. What could they possibly say? It

was their responsibility if a person slipped away while they were holding him.

"This time, I'll just give you a warning as punishment. If something like this happens again, don't blame me for

transferring you to the traffic department!" Freddie chided, pointing a finger at them.

The officers repeatedly nodded, indicating they wouldn't make this mistake again. This wasn't a perfunctory reply

but a sincere one.

As policemen, it was a slap in their faces and a humiliation that a criminal was able to escape from their hands. At

the end of the day, they would be a laughingstock if they couldn't even hold a criminal down.

In order to clean up their act, they would be more alert and wouldn't make the same mistake the second time.

"You better not. Keep this in mind." Then, after he scolded them with a grim expression, he spun around and

relaxed his expression as he observed Sonia, asking in concern, "Are you alright, Miss Reed?"

"I'm fine." She released her clasped hands that were held nervously against her chest as she smiled and shook her

head. "Luckily, you pulled me aside in time and avoided a tragedy from happening, Officer Chase. Thank you so

much for earlier."

"You're welcome, Miss Reed. This is the police station, so we must protect you when our criminal almost injures an

innocent person. Even if it's not the police station, as public officials, we have to protect the public anywhere we

are," he said with a salute.

Sonia smiled again and was about to say something when the middle-aged man on the floor suddenly started

shouting, "Miss Reed! Please forgive me and ask Mr. Fuller to let me off, Miss Reed! I'm really sorry!"

Alarmed by those yells, she looked down at the man in surprise. "Do you know me?" She was relatively sure that

she had never seen this person before.

The middle-aged man bobbed his head. "Yes, Miss Reed. I'm—"

Before he could finish, something popped up in Freddie's mind, and he slapped his hands together. Thus, he

gestured at the man as he reminded her, "This person is somehow connected to you, Miss Reed. The police have

also heard about the rumors on the Internet today, and this person is the chief editor of Squirrel Media who was

sent here by President Fuller's men."

Sonia immediately understood who he was as she stared at the middle-aged man on the floor, and her eyes were

no longer confused but cold. "So, you're Mitch Adams, chief editor of Squirrel Media?"

"Yes, yes. That's me." Mitch nodded in agitation when he saw that Sonia knew of him. "Miss Reed, I'm begging you. I

realized my mistake in the matter this time. So please let me off, and I won't ever do it again in the future. I can

give you anything you want, but I really, really don't want to go to jail," he said as he started to wriggle again in an

attempt to break free once more and run toward Sonia.

Unfortunately, the two police officers were on high alert now and wouldn't allow him the chance to break free from

their grasp. So, the moment Mitch struggled, they pressed down hard on him.

The crisp sound of bones cracking echoed, and Mitch's face wrinkled into a pained look as they pinned him harder

onto the ground, and he couldn't help but howl out in pain.

A shocked Sonia inquired, "Is he alright?"

"Don't worry, Miss Reed," Freddie assured. "Our men know their limits and won't really break his limbs. At the most,

he will just have a dislocated arm.

"I see." Sonia nodded and didn't ask anymore, but she turned to Mitch and looked at him sternly. "You want us to let

you off, so you don't have to go to jail?"

The moment Mitch heard her, he couldn't be bothered about his arm and raised half of his face with great difficulty,

sweating profusely as he nodded. "Yes, that's right, Miss Reed. But, please, I'm begging you. I don't want to spend

the rest of my life in jail. I'm almost fifty and have my mother and children to care for. They can't do without me,

Miss Reed..."

At the mention of this, he actually started sobbing with snot and tears, looking very pathetic.

Regrettably, Sonia was not the least soft-hearted to see him like this. But, in contrast, she was sick and disgusted as

it made her sick to see a grown man crying so pathetically.

She suppressed her urge to throw up, turned her head the other way, and refused to look at Mitch lest she really

retched.

"Since you know that you'll be spending the rest of your life in jail, it shows that you're well aware of the severity of

your actions," she said without a single trace of emotion on her face. "I'm sorry, but I'm a good citizen who abides

by the law. It's the simplest of my duties to fight injustice and eliminate evil. Regardless, when it comes to a criminal

like you, I'm already showing mercy by not adding a few more years to your sentence, so how can I possibly forgive

you and let you off?"

After she said that, Mitch was dumbfounded, and his cries paused for a few seconds as his body became rigid on

the floor.

A good while later, he became agitated again and started begging as he did before. "Miss Reed, I know I've done

unforgivable things to you, but I have no other choice, too. Someone forced me into it, Miss Reed. For the sake that

I did it against my own will, please show some mercy, and I won't do it again in the future. I promise I won't!"

"Forced?" A sneer tinged the edge of her pink lips. "You know it very well whether you were forced or it was just

greed. Don't forget that we're now living in a time where the police can thoroughly investigate every transaction.

Do you expect anyone to believe you now that you're telling me that you were forced? Furthermore, are you a

person who could be forced so easily? Even if Miss Lore has a slight influence, she was in no position to order you

around. After all, she's not Toby Fuller, and if you're not even afraid of the Young Master of the Harper Family, will

you be afraid of Miss Lore?"