The Ceo’s Convict Wife by Jennifer Mike novel Chapter 522

Chapter 522 

On the way to the police station, Lillian told Callum what had happened at the food cart before. 

Hearing that, Callum frowned subconsciously. It seemed that credit was due to Jonathan’s two bodyguards. Otherwise, the three women might not have been able to escape unscathed. 

“How about I send two bodyguards to protect you secretly later?” suggested Callum. 

Lillian hurriedly refused, “No. In that case, I will feel uncomfortable as if I am being watched.” 

“But…” 

“I promise that I will call you immediately if I’m in danger!” As Lillian spoke, she raised her hand as if to make a vow. 

Callum couldn’t help laughing. 

When they arrived at the police station, Rosalie was responsible for telling the police what had happened before and submitting the recording on her phone. The three scoundrels were also handed over to the police. 

After giving their statements, Lillian said to Rosalie, “Callum and I will send 

“Okay,” Rosalie answered. 

you 

home later.” 

With that, the three walked out of the police station. Having also finished with their statements, the two bodyguards also followed Rosalie out. 

Callum’s car was parked in the parking space at the entrance of the police station, but at that moment, a black Bentley was parked in another parking space not far from his car. 

Rosalie stopped immediately. It was Jonathan’s car. 

“He’s here too?” 

The two bodyguards who followed Rosalie stepped forward and said to Rosalie, “Ms. Leighton, this way please.” 

Rosalie pursed her lips. It was now evident that the two bodyguards had already known that Jonathan would come. 

Since they were sent by Jonathan, they would naturally report what happened there to him. 

“Rosalie, what’s wrong?” Lillian also stopped and looked strangely at her friend who had stopped behind her. 

Rosalie said wryly, “You guys leave first. I… will go back in another car.” 

Lillian looked at her friend and then at the two bodyguards. Afterward, her gaze fell upon the nearby Bentley. “Is Jonathan in the car?” 

Rosalie nodded. 

Lillian stared at the car and said, “I’ll ask him what is going on between the two of you.” Although Lillian wanted to thank Jonathan for sending the two bodyguards, she wasn’t going to conflate the issue with Jonathan’s stupid game of playing make-believe family. 

“They’ve both broken up. Isn’t he tormenting her by doing this?” 

Just as Lillian was about to rush over, Rosalie grabbed her friend and said, “This is between me and him. I will handle it.” 

She knew that Lillian was worried about her, but she was also afraid that Lillian would upset Jonathan if she confronted him. If that were to happen, Callum’s protection might not be enough to keep Lillian safe. 

“But…” Lillian was still worried. 

“Enough. You might end up making things worse instead,” Callum interjected. 

Only then did Lillian give up. Before leaving, she said to Rosalie, “If Jonathan puts you in a spot, please tell me and we’ll solve it together.” 

Rosalie smiled. “Okay, I got it.” For her, Lillian was like the light in the darkness. The latter would always support her and not give up on her whenever she was in trouble. 

Only then did Lillian and Callum get in the car, while Rosalie got into the black Bentley. 

Lillian kept watching the Bentley drive away. Then she muttered to Callum, “Okay, let’s go.” 

Callum drove away from the police station. “Where do you want to go now?” 

“Home of course. Where else can you go?” Lillian said sullenly. 

“If you are in a bad mood, why don’t we go see a movie?” he said. 

“Forget it. It’s no use watching any movie unless you do another striptease.” The mention of it reminded her that he seemed to have danced in front of her the last time she was drunk, but she had no recollection of it at all. It subsequently remained a 

hazy memory afterward. 

Therefore, every time she thought of it, she would feel that it was a shame. With time, it became one of her regrets. 

Callum glanced at Lillian and said, “If you really want to see it, I’ll perform it for you when you go to my place.” 

Lillian almost choked on her saliva. 

She mused, ‘What did he say? He wants to perform a striptease for me? Did I hear it wrong? Isn’t he the head of the White family? Doesn’t he view such sultry performances with disdain? 

The last time he watched a boy band sing and dance on TV, he despised them!’ 

“Will you really do it?” she asked.