Sonia shot him an angry glare. "Can't you think any better of me?" Toby was just as furious, and Charles felt his hairs stand on end at the sight of Toby's face. Charles quickly waved his hand as he grinned cheekily. "Oh, Sonia. I'm sorry. I was just kidding. Don't be mad."
"Hmph!" Sonia turned around and ignored him. Toby watched as she lowered her glass of water. "Is this related to Anya?" he parted his lips to ask. Even though it was a question, his tone sounded relatively firm—it was as if he already knew the answer. After all, the only thing that could involve a trip to the station was probably the incident with Anya. Sonia was the one who made the police report.
Meanwhile, Toby was the one who filed the report against the bosses of Dwells and Squirrel Media, so the police would have contacted him and not Sonia. So, if the police called Sonia, it had to be related to Anya. As expected, Sonia nodded in agreement. "Yeah. I made the report a while ago. Connor found a lawyer for Anya, so Anya hasn't been prosecuted so far. Unfortunately, I'm not willing to give in on this matter, so the police are caught in the middle. They want me to go over to discuss how to deal with the remaining matters," she explained.
Toby pressed his lips together as he knitted his brows while Charles placed his hands behind his head and let out a scoff. "In my opinion, they shouldn't allow the criminal to hire a lawyer to argue for their case when all the evidence has already been produced. So even though the criminal will eventually have to pay for their acts, they get to enjoy their lives for a while more because the case is being dragged out. That’s so unfair," Charles commented.
Sonia shrugged. I know, right? The evidence is all on the table. She should be found guilty immediately. But the law states that the criminal has the right to find her own lawyer to plead for a lesser sentence. So while they're fighting for their innocence, the criminal will only be kept in the station or the detention center. They won't be sent to jail. The station and the detention center are both more comfortable than the jail, Sonia thought. Come to think of it; it must feel pretty bad for the victims.
"It's fine." Right then, Toby stuck his hands into his pants before curling his lips into a bone-chilling smirk. "She's going to suffer double the enjoyment she gets now once she goes to jail." In other words, Toby would get Anya into trouble once she got into jail. Sonia and Charles both understood what Toby meant. Sonia simply raised an eyebrow without saying anything while Charles clapped his hands in excitement. "That's a great idea.
You're finally doing something, Toby!"
Toby narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Do you have a death wish?"
"No." Charles held his hands up. "If you don't, then you should shut up right now," Toby hissed icily. Then, he turned to look at Sonia. "Are you heading to the police station now?" he asked. "Yeah." Sonia stretched her limbs before standing up. "I told the police that I'd be there in an hour," she replied. "Let’s go, then. I'll go with you." Toby raised his wrist to check his watch.
Sonia smiled. "Sure."
When Charles saw that the both of them had made plans, he stood up and yawned. "Alright. Since you guys are leaving, I guess there's no reason for me to be here. You guys can go to the station; I won't tag along anymore. I need to go back to my own company."
"You should've left a long time ago." Toby tilted his head to give Charles an uninterested gaze. "Were you expecting to follow us? Aren't you embarrassed for third-wheeling us all the time?"
Toby's words triggered Charles' temper, and Charles pointed at Toby with a shaky finger. "Toby, you—"
"That's enough." Sonia pressed her palm against her forehead as she interrupted Charles' words. "You guys should stop. Were you guys enemies in your past lives? Is that why you guys fight all the time? Charles, you should stop too. You're always making Toby mad when he's not picking on you," she said.
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