The woman’s clothes barely covered her, leaving her voluptuous and sexy body fully exposed. Because the room was right next to the elevator, and at this time there were many guests going up and down, everyone came to see what was happening. The corridor quickly became crowded with onlookers, each holding their phone, taking pictures, and recording videos. "Stop! The police are here! Everyone stop!" Suddenly, the elevator door next to them opened, and the authoritative shout of the police officer made the crowd instantly clear a path. But even the arrival of the police did not control the situation. Shirley Turner transformed into a fierce warrior, beating Jason Miller until he had no strength to retaliate, almost running around naked. It was finally the police officer who had to step forward and forcibly restrain her before the chaos ended. Fighting in public and being suspected of soliciting prostitution, the police routinely needed to take all of them away. Shirley Turner was furious again, shouting at the police, "Why arrest me? If you’re arresting anyone, arrest that adulterer and that slut. What’s wrong with me beating up a vixen!" "Behave yourselves, everyone cooperate with the investigation!" The police officer shouted sternly, once again restraining Shirley Turner. Jason Miller was in a terrible state, standing up to pull his robe tight, face wounded as he cursed, "Shrew! Why couldn’t you just discuss things at home? How embarrassing!" "I’m embarrassing? You’re not embarrassed fooling around with a vixen?" Saying this, Shirley Turner looked at the young woman with a broken face and, breaking free from the police again, lunged forward and slapped her several times. "You vixen! You slut! Trying to steal a man! See if I don’t tear you apart for stealing!" Shirley Turner, in full attack mode, was terrifyingly powerful. The sharp sound of slaps made the onlookers flinch and look terrified. But the woman wasn’t a pushover either; she immediately retaliated by grabbing Shirley Turner’s hair and yanking it out in a tuft. Shirley Turner screamed in pain and immediately fought back. A few police officers swiftly moved in to separate them, deftly unfastening their handcuffs from their waists and snapping them onto everyone. It was my first time witnessing a women’s fight up close, and I must say, it was really brutal! Wennie Lane, holding her phone with interest and recording, clicked her tongue, "It’s like a dogfight, brutal and spectacular!" Finally, all four of them were taken away by the police. The entrance of the hotel was packed with people, all craning their necks curiously. Watching Jason Miller’s miserable face, I felt a great sense of relief, venting a lot of the resentment from my mother’s lifetime grievances. The next day, Adrian Gordon called me. I didn’t want to answer at first, but recalling the previous night’s incident of Jason Miller’s "soliciting prostitution," I guessed his reason for calling. "Lily, was it you who reported Dad for soliciting and got him arrested?" Sure enough, Adrian Gordon started with a question. I put down the manuscript in my hand and casually retorted, "What’s the matter? You want to defend him?" Adrian’s tone was helpless, and I could tell he was suppressing his anger, "Lily, your impulsiveness has ruined Dad’s reputation, which will have a huge negative impact on the company. Do you know how serious the consequences are?" "What’s that got to do with me? Whether the company does well or not, I don’t get a dime." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ NoveI(F)ire.net "Didn’t Dad promise to give you Auntie’s shares?" "He went back on his word." "So you decided to destroy him?" I pondered these words, somewhat gleefully asking, "What happened after the police took him away last night?" Adrian said angrily, "The woman doesn’t admit to their relationship, claiming it was their first meeting and that Dad forced her—now we’ve hired a lawyer to deal with this, and if we’re not careful, Dad could be charged with rape." Karma really does come back around, doesn’t it? I couldn’t help but chuckle, which only made Adrian angrier, "Lily, when did you become so vicious?" "I learned it from you." "..." He was so angry he couldn’t speak. I reminded, "Come on, it’s him who broke the law, I’m just doing justice. Even if you all band together, don’t go against the law, or you’ll end up no better." Adrian was silent for a while, probably calming down, then feeling guilty, he changed the topic, "I heard you’re in urgent need of money, what do you need it for?" "None of your business." "How much do you need? I’ll give it to you." I promptly asked, "Ten million, are you giving it to me?" "Ten million?" Adrian was shocked, "What on earth are you doing? Is there a problem with the company’s finances?" I suddenly felt it was meaningless; even if he was willing to lend or give, I wouldn’t take his money. Taking his money to redeem my mother’s bracelet, I’m afraid my mother would be so angry in the afterlife that she’d sever ties with me. "Forget it, this matter doesn’t concern you, I’m busy, gotta go." I thought refusing Adrian Gordon would put an end to it. But unexpectedly, my aunt called at around ten that night. "Lily, Adrian Gordon went to see Grandma, asking if she knows you’re in trouble and need money urgently." Before my aunt finished, my mind went blank, realizing things were bad. "The other day at dinner when Grandma asked, you said you’d gathered enough money, so she relaxed. But Adrian’s call told her you’re troubled for money, and she got so anxious she was about to take out her savings for a coffin. Fortunately, I said I’d gather the money for you, which somewhat reassured her." I had a headache, raising my hand to rub my forehead, feeling utterly powerless and furious with Adrian Gordon. "And Grandma, is she okay?" I asked worriedly. "Don’t worry, she’s fine, I’ve coaxed her to sleep," my aunt reassured me, then hesitantly asked, "But Adrian knowing you want to redeem the bracelet... isn’t that bad?" I was fuming inside, but couldn’t blame Grandma—after all, she knew nothing and was deceived by Adrian. "Auntie, I’ll handle this, don’t worry." After reassuring my aunt, I couldn’t focus on work anymore and immediately called Adrian Gordon. "Adrian Gordon, are you even human? My grandma is so old and in poor health, aren’t you ashamed to disturb her?" I started with a confrontation, only wishing he was here so I could stab him with my sewing scissors. Adrian calmly said, "Lily, your grandma is also my grandma; what’s wrong with me caring about her?" "I have nothing to do with you, and neither does my grandma." I clenched my teeth but remained calm, "That’s only because you refuse to divorce, shamelessly." Thinking of this made me remember there was only a week left before our next divorce appointment, so I reminded him, "In a week, the appointment will be due; if you’re a man, stop making excuses to escape." He once again dodged, "We’ll discuss it then." As I expected, I was too lazy to get angry, calmly saying, "Adrian Gordon, if you miss the next appointment, I’ll go directly to the court to file a lawsuit." There was a sudden silence on the other end, quiet, as if hurt. I ignored him and was about to hang up when he spoke again, "Lily, it’s not that I don’t want to help you. I know that bracelet means a lot to you, but I really can’t produce ten million in cash right now."