Novel Palace
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By doing this, she thought Connor could not see her.
How could Alan be so careless!
She had clearly instructed Alan over the phone to come and bail her out himself, and under no circumstances was Connor to find out.
Everyone was curious about the chief’s demeanor, their gazes uniformly fixed towards the entrance.
Connor walked into the room at a measured pace. He was tall and stood straight, dressed in a finely tailored black suit, his handsome features exuding a mysterious and noble aura. His lips curled into a half–smile, though his eyes remained icy cold.
He surveyed everyone in the mediation room without betraying any emotion before he finally spoke, “Tanner, I appreciate you coming out this late at night.”
“No trouble at all, just doing my duty,” the chief replied with a smile.
“Can take her home now?”
“Of course, of course, just need a signature.”
The officer handed over the paperwork, and Connor quickly signed his name.
The room fell quiet except for the rustling of papers and the swift strokes of the pen.
All eyes were on Connor.
Erica nudged Camila gently with her elbow. With a smirk in her eyes, she glanced at the man signing and then back at Camila, as if to ask: Is that Connor?
Camila frowned slightly and nodded. A mix of surprise and delight spread across Erica’s face as she stifled her giggles.”
Tabitha watched the scene, her teeth gritted in frustration, her fingers white–knuckled as they gripped the edge of her chair.
The man they had always underestimated was now associated with such a high–profile figure. One Rita wasn’t enough. Now there was this man, a figure even the city police chief was wary of.
Jealousy and hatred flared in Tabitha’s eyes. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.
Connor glanced at the woman with her head lowered and said lightly, “Aren’t you leaving yet?”
Camila looked down, took a deep breath, and slowly stood up, walking towards him.
Connor noticed her face seemed swollen under her long hair and frowned as he brushed her hair aside.
There was a clear handprint on her face. He reviewed the surveillance footage and saw no such slap.
“What happened to your face?” he demanded.
“He did it!” Erica suddenly stood up, pointing at Marc, and exclaimed, “He slapped her right here.”
Marc’s heart skipped a beat, and he glared at her angrily. A man even the chief greeted with a smile was not someone he could afford to offend. He immediately attempted a conciliatory smile, “She’s my daughter.”
Connor stared at the man, his eyes cold. He had seen Camila’s file; under “father,” she had written “none.”
“Mr. Tanner, assaulting someone in a police station is a serious offense, isn’t it?” Connor’s voice was stern, his gaze chilling.
“Indeed.” Then, the chief looked towards the deputy chief and said, “Now you know what to do?”
The deputy chief immediately nodded, “Assault causing minor injuries, especially in a police station in front of officers, is a severe offense. According to the public security regulations, he should be detained for fifteen days.”
Marc and Tabitha were stupefied. Erica was so thrilled she almost clapped her hands in delight.
“Sir…” Marc’s voice trembled.
The deputy chief couldn’t wait to distance himself and turned away, refusing to look at Març.
“Camila, I’m your father… Marc had no choice but to plead with Camila.
“I don’t have a father,” she replied coldly, her chin slightly raised.
“Dad…” Tabitha looked up, tears swirling in her eyes.
“It’s all your fault! Really, having a daughter is such a curse.” Marc glared at her, then at Camila again.