Chapter 6

Leavitt wasn't having it. She spread her arms to shield the two people.

"You're assaulting a police officer! You must be actors that Tygo hired!"

My hands were freed. I shrugged helplessly. "Yeah, yeah, the ones you called are heroes, the ones I called are actors."

"Then let's all take a trip to the police station."

I spotted the director quietly retreating into the crowd.

I quickly shouted: "Director? Aren't you going?"

Me, Leavitt, the director, along with my roommates and those two people the director called police, all got into the police car together.

We were questioned separately.

I explained the sequence of events and stated that I didn't even know her name before this.

I slept on the lower bunk and hadn't even seen what she looked like.

Could the conductor who questioned me at the time testify that I wore earplugs and slept all the way until getting off?

Seeing me come out of the interrogation room unscathed, Leavitt immediately rushed over and grabbed my hair. "Did you bribe them!"

She turned to the police and shouted: "Police, I came to the police station with a determination to die. Are you just going to let the criminal walk away like this?"

"Just because he's a police cadet? You'll protect him unconditionally?"

This last sentence made everyone in the police station unhappy.

I pushed her hand away.

"How long are you going to make a scene! Whoever committed a crime against you, someone must have seen it!

Just file a proper report and provide information. Why do you keep grabbing onto me? Is someone behind the scenes directing you?"

A female officer also tried to persuade her: "Ms. Leavitt, we will bring the person who harmed you to justice. Don't get agitated. Tygo is innocent. We've already verified it with the conductor."

They were doing their duty explaining to her, but Leavitt directly covered her ears.

She screamed: "I won't listen, I won't listen! The criminal is Tygo! You all won't listen to me! I'm telling the truth!"

Her crazed appearance scared everyone. They immediately called 911.

I frowned. "Are you mentally ill? Which hospital did you escape from?"

The female officer was still comforting her, but it was useless.

Until a police officer brought someone in, she softly collapsed into his arms.

This person was Anderson.

When enemies meet, their eyes blaze with hatred.

He was dressed like a proper gentleman, smiling carelessly as he embraced Leavitt.

"What happened? Don't be afraid, baby. Didn't I come to help you get revenge?"

The two stood together, looking about 20 years apart in age.

But as long as a man had money, even if he was an 80-year-old man, Leavitt would like him.

Anderson glanced at me coldly. I knew he had murder on his mind.

"Officer Brown, my girlfriend has suffered a great grievance. Won't you give me an explanation?"

He raised an eyebrow. The middle-aged man who came in with him stuck out his belly and smiled obsequiously.

"I'll handle it right away."

Then that fat Officer Brown said to his subordinates:

"Why haven't you detained him yet? You actually dared to release the suspect identified by the victim! What's going on! Do you all not want to work anymore!"

He raged at his subordinates and had people arrest me again.

This obvious flattery made the police officers' faces turn iron blue.

The two people who had been released rushed up. I struggled but was still handcuffed again.

They really were police—new recruits who had only been on the job for two days. They were very smooth at flattering the chief.

I hid the hatred in my eyes and said to Anderson: "Who are you? This is blatant bribery!"

I knew he didn't care, but everyone present would be witnesses to my being wronged!

Anderson raised his hand and patted my face. "Bribery?" He leaned close to my ear. "I, Anderson, don't need to. Who told you to just happen to be in that car? Consider it bad luck."

Anderson's family had money. Leavitt wouldn't go to the police station to report him.

He didn't need to make me a scapegoat.

But his downfall was that he didn't just force her that day!

There was also Camilla, the daughter of the Paul family from New York.