Whispers of Destiny: His Belated Love novel Chapter 35

At the police station.

Four people were split into two groups, sitting on opposite sides of a long desk. The cop at the head of the table was taking statements, "Who threw the first punch?"

He had already reviewed the CCTV footage, and this was just routine questioning.

Each person sported injuries, but Victoria took the cake - her cheeks crisscrossed with a crazy number of slap marks, red and swollen, her hair a total bird's nest. If they hadn't checked her ID, they'd never peg her as an international ballroom dancer.

Tracy, pointing at Yolanda who was still strutting around like a gamecock, complained, "Officer, she bumped into us first. You've gotta lock up extremists like her for a good eight or ten years. If you let her roam the streets, who knows when she'll go nuts again!"

Yolanda, chin up, smirked at her, "I'm just taking out the trash. Back in the day, shameless mistresses would get dunked in a pig cage!"

"Shameless?" Victoria eyed Rosemary, who was almost unscathed, protected by Yolanda during the whole boutique brawl, "Why don't you ask your BFF here who's the real mistress? What dirty tricks did she use to snag Maxwell?"

Rosemary stood her ground, defiant, her words crisp, "When I married him, you two were over. What, you think you're a dog? Peed somewhere and it's all yours?"

No sooner had she said that than two men walked in - Maxwell leading, with Harvey and his briefcase in tow. Different vibes, but both radiating strong presence; the spacious station suddenly felt suffocating.

Rosemary knew Maxwell had heard her comment, his glance now icy enough to freeze someone solid.

Harvey headed straight to Victoria, "Ms. Temple, the paperwork's all set. You and your agent are free to go."

Victoria didn’t respond. Instead, she stood up, and approached Maxwell, tilting her head back to give him a clearer view of her battered face. Despite the ugly bruises, it was a look designed to tug at his heartstrings.

She asked, "What about the troublemaker?"

The cops wouldn't hold Rosemary based on the footage; she hadn't laid a finger on anyone, shielded by Yolanda the whole time. But Yolanda couldn't dodge the bullet.

Maxwell's indifferent gaze slid over Rosemary, who looked completely unfazed. His handsome face was cold as he ordered, "Charge her with assault, one year minimum. Harvey will handle it. You don't need worry about it. Let's go."

With that, he left with Victoria, not looking back.

Rosemary sensed Maxwell's seriousness, panic setting in. She got up to follow, but Yolanda held her back, "Don't beg those two. I'll figure something out."

Frowning, Rosemary reminded, "That's Harvey we're talking about."

Nothing he couldn't handle. She couldn't just watch Yolanda go to jail. By the time Rosemary raced outside, Maxwell and Victoria were already in the car.

"Maxwell," she hurried towards the vehicle.

He gave her a cold look, his eyes void of warmth, his smirk chilling, "Drive."

Jason, not daring to disobey, complied. As Jason was about to close the door, Rosemary grabbed the handle, looking in at Maxwell, "It was Victoria's people who started it."

He responded with a half-smile, "But I only see Victoria badly hurt. You do the crime, you do the time. Isn't that simple enough?"

"That's just a fight then; Yolanda's hurt too." She chose her words carefully, "You can't be so unreasonable."

Maxwell narrowed his eyes at Rosemary, noticing a scratch on her neck, already scabbed. Not serious, but on her fair skin, it looked pretty shocking.