Chapter 6

Half an hour later, Kyle arrived at the police station, his face tight.

The moment he saw me, he pointed his finger at me and started yelling curses, his tone arrogant and vicious.

"Are you sick? Reporting the damn police in the middle of the night! You fell down yourself by accident, and you're blaming me? Don't you sleep, but everyone else does!"

Sharon, the owner, also arrived.

She looked bleary-eyed, her hair disheveled, and her words were full of bias and blame.

"Sophia, you're aggressive in your speech, and you deliberately make things difficult for our Kyle. He's already being generous by not bothering with you!"

"And what about you? Reporting the police in the middle of the night over a trivial matter, causing trouble for people, it's too much! I haven't even charged you for smashing our store door yet!"

I coldly swept my gaze over them.

I pointed to the injury report on the table, then rolled up my sleeves, revealing the dense pinpricks and bruises on my arms and knees.

"Trivial matter?"

"Just because I bought an unlimited year card and came a bit more frequently, he got resentful and maliciously subjected me to physical punishment, locking me in a high-temperature sauna!"

"Last night, he was even more insane, locking me in the store and deliberately pouring oil and scattering thumbtacks on the floor to harm me!"

"You call this a trivial matter? This is attempted murder!"

Sharon looked at me indifferently, a mocking smirk even playing on her lips.

"Do you have any proof of what you're saying?"

"The surveillance footage is proof! Officer, I demand you check their store's surveillance cameras!" I shouted.

Sharon rolled her eyes and spread her hands. "Oh, how unlucky, our store's surveillance system just happened to break yesterday afternoon. It's still being repaired."

"You...!" A vein throbbed on my forehead, and I trembled with anger.

Kyle, hiding behind Sharon, defiantly raised an eyebrow at me, flashing an extremely irritating smile.

The next second, he pulled out his phone and, right in front of me, started fabricating stories in the VIP client SnapChat group, whining about what happened.

He sent a voice message: "Ladies, you all see how it is every day, please speak up and clarify things for me! That Sophia went crazy, smashed up the store, and even called the police to arrest me!"

The few wealthy clients in the group who had bought session cards and always disliked me quickly replied:

"She's lying! She clearly had malicious intentions towards Kyle, touching him inappropriately during her oil massage. She held a grudge after Kyle firmly rejected her, and that's why she's trying to frame him!"

"Exactly! She clearly hid in the store on purpose, trying to prevent Kyle from leaving work, that's why she got locked in. Those thumbtacks? She must have deliberately pricked herself, it's a sympathy ploy! The whole thing is her own doing, that woman is truly evil!"

"Kyle has always been so good to her, often sending her fruit and snacks. Not only is she ungrateful, but she's also turning on him! She's an absolute ungrateful wretch! They should arrest her instead!"

Listening to those voice messages, my blood rushed to my head. I wanted to smash the phone in their faces.

Sharon patted my shoulder, her tone full of a victor's mockery.

"Sophia, be a decent person! Stop causing trouble! You *will* pay for that door!"

Kyle leaned close to me, speaking in a low, biting voice that only I could hear:

"This is just a small warning! If you don't learn your lesson and keep coming here every day, I'll make sure you're bedridden for life! And I'll ruin that face of yours!"

I glared at him. If looks could kill, he would have been sliced into a thousand pieces.

Because of insufficient evidence -- the surveillance was indeed broken, and I had destroyed the scene by smashing the door -- the police could only temporarily not file a case. They treated it as a regular dispute, offered some admonishment, and sent us all home, telling me to compensate for the damaged glass door.

Outside the police station, Kyle and Sharon walked arm in arm, like a victorious pair of scoundrels.

They smirked at me, then got into Sharon's BMW, embracing.

I stood in the cold morning wind, hurting physically and raging inside, having been awake all night, my eyes bloodshot.

But I didn't cry.

I pulled out my phone and dialed a number.

"Hello, Mr. Davis? That 'Dreamland Spa' on the third floor of the mall? I'm not renewing their lease next month!"