Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 909

Chapter 909 Thorough

“We'll need to go back and complete the statement to understand the specifics, but according to the on-site witnesses, it was your acquaintance who threw the first punch!” said the police officer.

Spencer furrowed his brows after hearing that. “I'm asking if she's hurt?”

Who initiated the conflict didn't matter to him. What he cared about was whether Thalia had been hurt in any way.

Speaking of which, the police officer looked him up and down, then said with a complex expression, “She's not hurt. She's fine. She's sleeping like a log after beating others up.”

After saying that, he couldn't help but mutter, “I've never seen a woman who could be this fierce.”

Spencer and Anthony didn't utter a word.

They exchanged glances, feeling rather helpless.

As the police were about to leave, Anthony spoke up. “Where is she now?”

“She's already been brought back to the police station by our men.”

“Which police station?”

So, the police told them straight away.

Subsequently, Spencer and Anthony left the bar. Once they got in the car, Spencer immediately started driving. At that moment, Anthony picked up his phone and made a call.

“Mr. Dave, I need a favor from you,” Anthony said on the phone.

Spencer glanced sideways, casting a look at Anthony, the expression in his eyes unfathomable.

Two hours later, Spencer got out of the car, carrying the drunken Thalia in his arms.

Anthony and Dave followed suit.

After watching Spencer carry Thalia inside, Anthony turned his head to look at the person next to him. “Mr. Dave, thank you for your help today, and sorry for the trouble.”

Dave nodded thoughtfully. “Hmm, it is indeed troublesome.” He then looked at Anthony. “Does this count as another favor Darknetz owes me?”

Anthony replied, “Consider it a personal debt I owe.”

Dave glanced at him. “That's worthless.”

“Mr. Dave, all you did is made a phone call. Considering this a favor I owe you is already a more than sufficient compensation,” said Anthony.

“All right, fine. I'll accept that,” Dave said.

Anthony curled his lips into a smile. “I'll go in and take a look first, then.”

“Off you go,” Dave said.

And so, Anthony headed straight inside.

Watching his retreating figure, a faint smile played at the corners of Dave's mouth.

Meanwhile, inside the room, when Spencer carried Thalia inside, Natasha and Kenneth also hurried over.

Natasha sat in the wheelchair, with Kenneth pushing her directly to the side of the bed. At that moment, she appeared thin and frail, radiating a kind of morbid beauty.

As soon as she entered, her gaze fell on the person lying on the bed. “How is Thalia? Is she all right?” Natasha asked softly.

Spencer shook his head, then gently set Thalia down, whispering, “It's nothing. She just drank a bit too much.”

Natasha looked at the person on the bed. The latter's face flushed red, and she was clearly drunk. However, she was sleeping particularly soundly at that moment. Natasha furrowed her brows slightly, then said, “I heard from Anthony that she got into a fight at the bar and took on nine people?”

Spencer pursed his lips, then nodded resignedly.

“How is she? She's not injured, is she?” As she spoke, Natasha's gaze turned to Thalia, giving her a thorough once-over.

Spencer turned around to get something to sober her up while speaking in a low voice. “No, I've already checked.”

Natasha was in the midst of examining Thalia when she heard those words. Suddenly, she halted her actions and looked up at him.

“You checked?” Natasha raised an eyebrow, her expression full of playful mockery.

“Yes,” Spencer responded in a low voice.