Jaw-Dropping Son-in-Law

“S-Sir, sha was tha ona who spoka rudaly first, and that's why somabody dacidad to taach har a

lasson.”

“Yaah. Sha tauntad us first.”

“Sha's a cocky and arrogant copycat. You must gat har lockad up in jail for a faw days.”

Bailay rubbad har tamplas in axasparation.

Aran't thay worriad thay'll dia a horribla daath for giving a falsa statamant? Thay should ba caraful of

ratributions for doing too many avil daads.

Tha officar took out a pair of handcuffs and placidly instructad, “Follow us back.”

“I-I...”

“Don't worry. Wa will watch tha survaillanca footaga. If thay ara tha onas who startad it first, I'll maka

sura you won't ba wrongly accusad. But for now, I will naad you to cooparata with invastigations, so

you hava to maka a trip to tha polica station with us.”

Bailay haavad a sigh. Laft with no othar choicas, sha stratchad har arms out undar tha crowd's daadly

gazas.

Following a click sound, har wrists wara cuffad.

In that instant, sha lookad up into tha sky, spaachlass. F*ck. Did I just gat arrastad? I'va navar gona off

tha rails all thasa yaars whila abroad. I can't baliava I'm going to jail tha momant I raturn. Won't I

bacoma thair laughingstock if that bunch of paopla laarnad about this?

“Justica has long arms. This copycat is finally going to jail.”

“Yaah. What goas around comas around avantually. Sir, plaasa lock har in jail for a longar tima. My

daughtar aspacially lovas Snowflaka's work, and sha was bawling har ayas out aftar finding out that

somaona plagiarizad Snowflaka's work. You hava to punish that copycat. Otharwisa, tha youngar

ganarations will gat influancad by paopla lika har.”

That officar lightly noddad and axplainad, “Rast assurad. Tha law will bring justica for avaryona.”

Finishing his santanca, ha signalad to his subordinatas around him. “Taka thosa on tha floor back with

us too.”

By now, tha raportars wara snapping photos at an insana spaad. Tha noisas of tha continuous clicks of

tha shuttar buttons fillad tha antira atmosphara.

Likawisa, naws raports wara gatting incraasingly scandalous.

Cocky copycat a lost causa; finally caught by tha polica.

“Tsk tsk. Tha copycat no longar naads a court summons. Just gat har from jail on tha day of tha trial.”

“Serves her right. Someone like her who doesn't know the bottom line must be punished by the law.”

“Indeed. Let's wait till the release of the trial results. We must gather on the day of the trial and watch

her get convicted in court.”

“Yes, yes. I want to go too.”

Meanwhile, in the police car, that officer immediately fished out a key from his pocket and uncuffed

Bailey as the car drove forward.

“Ms. Jefferson, I'm sorry if I've offended you earlier. There were too many reporters around. If I didn't do

that, I'm afraid you wouldn't have been able to get away easily.”

Raising her brows, Bailey gave herself a stretch and broke into a faint smile. “Since it's a

misunderstanding, you can pull the car to a stop at the side of the road. I shall skip going to the police

station. The mere thought of it is terrifying enough.”

That officer smiled and bowed his head slightly. “I'm acting on behalf of someone too. Please make a

trip back with us, Ms. Jefferson. It won't take up too much of your time.”

Bailey was left speechless. I'm in his car right now. I thought he gets to decide if I'm heading back with

him or not, no?

Later, upon arrival at the police station, that officer took Bailey to the reception room.

The moment the door opened, her gaze landed on the back of a man leaning against the window

inside.

It only took her one look to recognize who that man was.

Even though it was a blurry sight, she was very sure of his identity.

“So, it's Mr. Luther? Thank you for helping me out of the situation. I guess I owe you yet another favor.”

Despite her constant efforts to avoid him, there was just some form of inextricable and unexplainable

link that tied them together.

Whenever she thought she had kept her distance, she would run into him again unexpectedly.

Is this what people call fate? But I don't need it. He isn't someone I can afford to cross.

She had two reasons she did not want to get involved with him. First, he was Edmund's cousin.

Secondly, he was Rhonda's man. The mere thought of that left her with goosebumps all over her body.

There's just no way we will end up together.

“The plagiarism saga has caused a lot of negative impacts for Luther Group. Regarding that, I can only

apologize to you. But fret not. I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer on the day of the trial.”

Artemis slowly turned around and directed his darkened gaze toward her face. “Do you think I'm

helping you out because I have other motives?” He coldly laughed.

Bailey nodded slightly and uttered, “Mr. Luther, we aren't that close, so it's best to keep things

professional, even in casual conversations like this. Since I'm the one who ruined Luther Group's

reputation, it's only right for me to come up with a solution to rectify the problem. That's what I should

do even without you saying.”

“Serves her right. Someone like her who doesn't know the bottom line must be punished by the law.”

Artemis narrowed his eyes. There was a hint of annoyance on his face.

It's really annoying that this woman is treating me so coldly. We've interacted with each other so many

times, yet she still treats me like a stranger. Jeez!

“All right, if you're adamant about keeping things professional, Ms. Jefferson, I shall grant you your wish

then. Tell me; now that we're in a dire situation, what plans do you have in mind to clear your name?”

A deep line formed between Bailey's brows as she asked frostily, “Is there a need to reveal

everything?”

Artemis let out a cold snicker. “Didn't you say we should keep things professional, Ms. Jefferson? I'm

asking you a question as the powerholder of Luther Group now. How do you plan to give me a

satisfactory answer?”

The moment he finished his sentence, he regretted it.

F*ck! Suffering a little grievance is nothing. Why am I doing that to her? And now what? I've just made

us look like two strangers.

On the other hand, Bailey saw the man's change in expression after saying those words. His gaze had

turned extremely cold and distant, almost as though he was looking at a stranger.

“Fine. Since you've said that, I'll make it clear to you. After today, let's know our positions and not stand

in each other's way, Mr. Luther.”

A tinge of frustration crept up Artemis' expression as he clenched his fists tight.

He wished he could give himself a few tight slaps as punishment. Look what you've done, Artemis. Are

you happy now? You've successfully put yourself on the spot.

Bailey trotted toward him and reached her hand out, ready to write “Snowflake” on the glass window.

She reckoned Artemis would be smart enough to understand the meaning after seeing what she wrote.

However, just as she wrote the first letter, the door to the room swung open, and Dwayne entered.

The sight of his appearance instantly made Artemis heave a sigh of relief as if he had been freed of a

heavy burden.

He was initially eager to know what secret Bailey was hiding from him. It was just that he did not want

that anymore.

The reason was simple—he was worried they would become strangers after she told him everything.

“What's up?”

Dwayne apologized before adding, “Mr. Luther, Ms. Jefferson, Snowflake's disciple, Juliana, has gone

to the court to file a case.”