Second Marriage to Mr. Rich (Ned Fletcher) novel Chapter 276

"Mr. Powell is a busy man. Besides, we shouldn't ask for his help on such a frivolous matter," replied the bodyguard.

Nodding, Angeline smiled at him. "Just knock on my door if you need anything. I'll attend to it."

"Sure. Thanks, Ms. Emmerson."

Angeline shuffled back to the couch in her slippers. Suddenly, her phone screen lit up from an incoming call. Picking up her phone, she saw a call from Lenny.

She answered, "Hello—"

"Hi, is this Ms. Emmerson? I'm sorry. This is Lenny's girlfriend. Um… When I was having lunch with Lenny, a certain Mr. Fletcher appeared out of nowhere and got into a fight with him.

"Mr. Fletcher seemed to have misunderstood your relationship with Lenny, and he threatened to send Lenny to jail. I… I have no idea what to do. Since Mr. Fletcher knows you, I wonder if you could explain the situation to him."

Angeline was taken aback and wondered, "Mr. Fletcher? Ned Fletcher?"

"Is his full name Ned Fletcher?" she questioned.

Celia Wallace immediately confirmed, "Yes! Yes! Mr. Fletcher's attorney threatened to send Lenny to jail, even after I begged him for mercy. I am at wits end now."

"Okay. I got it. Which police station are you at? I'll head over."

"We're at the police station on Crimson Ave."

That wasn't too far. Angeline promised, "I'll arrive in 15 to 20 minutes."

Ned placed a hand in his pocket. Looking impatient, he ran the thumb of his free hand through his scratched lips. Then, he shoved a cigarette between his lips.

Right after he lit the cigarette, he noticed Angeline and paused in his tracks out of shock.

The soft orange glow of the street lights illuminated her slender figure. She wore a black camisole underneath a white shirt with matching black pants and white sports shoes. Her wavy long hair scattered around her shoulder.

At that moment, she was handing a napkin to Celia, who was trembling from all the crying. She seemed to be saying words of comfort to Celia.

Ned's heart raced when he spotted Angeline. The world seemed to have faded; Angeline, standing under the street light, was the only subject in his eyes.

He lowered his hand as his breathing grew ragged and his eyes misted over.