Chapter 210
Ink streamed down their faces and seeped into Their collars.
Liam and Hannah looked utterly miserable -especially Hannah, whose hair hung in sticky, inky clumps, the mess making her skin erand.
Liam wiped the black stains from his face, his icy gaze landing on the girl who’d thrown the ink. “Who are you? Why did you do this to us? The girl tossed the bucket aside, her expression twisted with hatred. “You seriously don’t know? One of you theated, the other’s a homewed then you both tried to turn the whole internet against your ex–wife, painting her as a scammer. Shameless, both of your
Hannah, not wanting anyone to see her disheveled state, had spent two hours on her makeup before leaving lockup.
Now it was all ruined.
She was so angry she could barely breathe, a deep furrow etched between her brows.
After being locked up for days, the pent–up frustration needed an outlet–she took a step forward, ready to retaliate, but Liam caught her wrist in tiife. “Hannah, calm down. We’ll call the police.”
Behind the girl, a wall of bodyguards watched, their expressions unfriendly.
Liam realized she must be someone important. “Who are you to Aria?”
To go this far for Aria–she had to be family or a close friend.
The girl’s lips twisted bitterly. Trusting these two was the worst mistake of her life. “None of your business.”
Liam’s face darkened. “Then don’t blame us for getting the police involved.”
The girl showed not a hint of fear. “Call them. Right now.”
And so, all three were escorted to the station by nearby officers–bodyguards trailing behind, drawing stares from every passerby who hurried to snap photos on their phones.
Liam recounted what happened, while Officer Jackson looked over at the girl. “Your name?”
She crossed her arms, looking bored. “Anabel Shaw.”
“Age?”
“Sixteen.”
Jackson paused. “What grade are you in?”
“Senior Two,” she replied.
Jackson raised an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you be in school instead of dumping ink on people outside a detention center?”
Anabel’s cheeks puffed out. “After what they did, wouldn’t you want to do the same?”
Jackson had to admit he’d thought about it–but doing and thinking were two different things.
Hannah, still wiping ink from her clothes, snapped, “You’re underage. We’ll let this go, but you have to tell us who put you up to it. Who told you to thr ink on us?”
Anabel sneered, “No one tells me what to do. I don’t need orders to throw ink on people like you.”
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Chapter 210
Jackson tapped the desk. “Enough. What’s your parents humberti
Anabel bristled. “I’m sixteen. I don’t need my parents here.”
“You damaged someone’s property. You’ll have to pay for that.”
Anabel smirked. “How about one hundred and filty thousand dollars? That enough?”
Jackson massaged his temple, almost wishing someone would dump ink on him too. “Rich kids,” he muttered.
Liam tried to keep his tone civil. “We don’t want your money. We want a real apology.”
Anabel rolled her eyes. “Three hundred thousand.”
“No way.”
Anabel said again, “Six hundred thousand dollars.”
Hannah slammed her hand down. “Your parents work hard for their money and you just throw it around? You’re hopeless?
Anabel shot back, “Six hundred thousand dollars is nothing. You call that money?”
Jackson pinched the bridge of his nose, patience wearing thin. “Anabel, either give me your guardian’s number or I’ll have to detain you.”
Anabel pouted. “I’m not from Mandino City. I’m from Kanit City. But my cousin lives here.”
“Then call your cousin.”
Finally, she gave them Kim’s number. Jackson called, explaining the situation.
Liam turned to Hannah. “Let’s go home and clean up.”
But Hannah, still fuming, refused. “Not until we see her guardian.”
Twenty minutes later, she was losing patience. “What’s taking so long?”
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