Glancing inadvertently at the public trash bin by the roadside, Silvia Baxter suddenly rembered the first ti she had handed flowers to Julia. Julia had no reaction at all then, but she only sneezed the second ti Silvia offered them. Silvia chuckled to herself. Julia was clearly lying. She doesn't have a pollen allergy at all.
"I fell for your trick," Silvia muttered, her smile deepening. An intelligent woman... she liked that even more.
Pressing down on the accelerator, she turned the car around and drove away. Ti was on her side; she had plenty of it to get closer to Julia.
「At the Police Station.」
It was past closing ti, but Benjamin Robinson was still in his office. Jas Horne sat opposite Benjamin, now clear-headed. Not far away, a middle-aged man with a bruised and swollen face sat. His emotions were running high, and he kept saying, "He hit , I'm going to sue him, sue him!" Next to the middle-aged man, two police officers were trying to calm him down.
Benjamin kept his gaze on Jas Horne. Jas didn't return it, instead casting his eyes down, deep in thought, pondering sothing. The Police Station was a serious place, plastered with legal slogans. Most people would feel uneasy entering, but Jas seed indifferent.
"Jas, although we're not close friends, I know you to be a composed person. Why would you… If he insists on suing you and you're convicted in the Courtroom, it would be considered intentional assault, which could an jail ti," Benjamin said, his stern face showing faint concern. He couldn't help but feel so concern for his friend's younger brother.
Jas turned his head towards the middle-aged man. The man was still ranting about suing but hadn't taken any actual steps. Jas's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Let him sue. I only threw a few punches and gave him a bit of a nosebleed. I'd like to see how many years in prison he thinks he can get for that." Considering the force of his punches and the extent of the man's injuries, even if it went to the Courtroom, he'd most likely just be fined for so dical expenses. Besides, the other party was also at fault. He had provoked him and even thrown the first punch.
The middle-aged man, Mr. Old Seven, had been arranged by Silvia Baxter. He was shouting about suing Jas Horne and had received a call from Silvia Baxter telling him to do so. However, he didn't dare follow through. He knew he was also at fault, and Jas Horne hadn't injured him severely; a charge of intentional injury seed unlikely to hold up.
"Jas, look at you. What kind of attitude is this?" Benjamin said, a hint of a headache in his voice.
"KNOCK KNOCK." At that mont, there was a knock on the door. Following Benjamin's "Co in," the door was pushed open, and Glades Horne strode in.
"Glades, you're here."
Upon seeing Glades, Benjamin imdiately stood up from behind his desk and walked around to greet him. Glades first glanced at Jas, who didn't et his gaze. Then he looked at Mr. Old Seven, who imdiately stopped shouting when he t Glades's chilling stare. Withdrawing his gaze, Glades looked at his good friend and asked coolly, "What happened?"
Benjamin recounted the incident to him. Depressed over his mother's situation, Jas had gone to the Blue Moon Pub for drinks. While sowhat intoxicated, Mr. Old Seven began speaking of Pheobe Rogers; her story was known across T City due to dia coverage. Mr. Old Seven called Pheobe a slut and other derogatory terms, suggesting she deserved it. Listening to this, Jas's temper flared. He flipped over Mr. Old Seven's table. When Mr. Old Seven swung at him, a fight broke out. Fueled by rage, Jas gained the upper hand, leaving Mr. Old Seven with a bruised and swollen face. This minor incident had sohow been escalated and brought to Benjamin's attention, seemingly deliberately.
"How are you handling this?" After hearing the details, Glades's expression hardened slightly. He looked intently at Benjamin and asked.
"Both parties are at fault. I tried to diate privately, suggesting that Jas pay so compensation, but he refuses to pay, and the other party wants to sue," Benjamin said, sowhat helplessly. This was a simple fight that could have been resolved by diation without filing a case. But both parties were adamant and seed intent on blowing things out of proportion.
Glades said nothing.
He walked over to Mr. Old Seven.
Mr. Old Seven saw him approach and initially remained seated. Feeling oppressed, he stood up, intending to confront Glades with a tough stance. But the mont he looked up, Glades's imposing figure seed to bear down on him with the weight of a mountain. His icy eyes, like those of a wolf, sparked fear. Involuntarily, Mr. Old Seven's courage wavered, and all semblance of defiance vanished.
Glades took out his phone, dialed a number, and issued a few low commands. A few minutes later, one of his Bodyguards entered carrying a black wallet—it was the Bodyguard's own.
Glades took the wallet, pulled out a thousand yuan, and handed it to Mr. Old Seven with a cold expression. "One thousand yuan for your dical expenses. That's generous." For such minor injuries, a bit of ointnt and sothing to reduce the swelling would only cost a few hundred yuan. Paying a thousand on Jas's behalf is more than generous.
"Brother!" Jas stood up and called out softly.
"Shut your mouth!" Glades snapped, glaring sharply at him.
Jas froze. His brother had never snapped at him like this before.
"A thousand yuan? Do you think I'm a beggar? Look at my face, all swollen! I've bled quite a bit from my nose, at least a bowl full of blood! If you want to settle this, you have to pay at least a hundred thousand yuan. That amount of money is nothing to the Horne family, right? Otherwise, I'll see you in the Courtroom! I'm going to sue until he's finished!" Mr. Old Seven tilted his head, refusing the thousand yuan.
Glades eyed him coldly, a frigid smile curling at the edges of his lips. A thousand is too little? He's trying to extort us! Is the Horne family's money so easily taken?
"Benjamin, bring a bowl here," Glades said, his voice sinisterly cold.
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