L asked, "Sorry, I didn''t hear you clearly. Did you just say I need to go to Northridge Police Station to bail Noah Morgan out?"


    After receiving confirmation from the other end of the call, L sat dazedly on her bed for a moment before springing up and getting ready.


    Downstairs, she spotted her grandparents and Nicole and greeted them politely.


    Pretending nothing was amiss, she casually asked, "Has Noah already left?"


    Nicole smiled and handed her a te of pancakes. "He left early this morning. Since thepetitions are over, I''m sure he went to hang out with his friends like usual."


    Nodding, L took a bite andplimented the food.


    "Oh, right. Aunt Nicole, I''m heading outter. I''m not sure if I''ll make it back for lunch, so don''t wait for me."


    "Huh?" Nicole was puzzled. "Did something newe up at work?"


    "Well, I just signed with a newpany and realized there''s a document I haven''t sorted out yet. So, I need to take care of it," L lied smoothly.


    Nicole didn''t suspect anything and simply reminded her to have a safe drive.


    L nodded and hurriedly headed off to the police station.


    When she arrived, a group of officers happened to be leaving for duty, so the lobby looked quite empty.


    From a distance, she spotted Zara sitting in the waiting area.


    L frowned. She had a feeling that Zara had something to do with whatever trouble Noah had gotten into.


    Still, she was confused. With Noah busy withpetitions for the past two years, he barely had any time to focus on her.


    Besides, she had never brought up Zara to him before. So, he shouldn''t have any idea that she and Zara even knew each other.


    L rubbed her aching temples, telling herself that Zara''s appearance was just a coincidence.


    Averting her gaze, L walked in. However, this meant she would have to walk past Zara.


    When Zara spotted her, she sprung up and shrieked, "L Hart!"


    Her sharp tone drew a nce from a nearby officer. "Keep your voice down."


    L nced at her and noticed the hickeys on her neck. However, the handprint on Zara''s face caught her attention more.


    Whoever did that must have put in quite a bit of force.


    "You always put on that innocent act but you''re actually filthier than anyone else! Do you enjoy men''s


    attention that much?" Zara spat


    ring at L viciously. If it weren''t for the nearby officers, she would have alreadyshed out.


    Last night, by the time she arrived at the bar, someone had already taken Dorian upstairs.


    Zara forced his assistant to unlock


    the door, only to walk into a dimly lit room. On the bed, a woman with her clothes half-undone was seductively undoing Dorian''s shirt buttons.


    Dorian, who was clearly drunk, just stared at the woman lustfully.


    Startled by Zara''s sudden arrival, the woman frantically covered herself, and the assistant immediately turned away.


    Dorian, regaining some rity, pressed his temples in frustration, realizing how out of line his actions were.


    Zara cast the woman a disdainful nce, but her expression quickly twisted with rage when she noticed the woman''s face bore some resemnce to L''s.


    When she met Dorian''s irritated gaze, she calmed herself with a deep breath before saying, "Dorian, you''re a public figure. Do you have any idea how much trouble you''d be in if someone else saw you?"


    Dorian frowned, fully aware of what she was saying. But in his defense, he had been drunk, and the woman''s resemnce to L had thrown him off.


    After all, he had never seen L look like that before.


    His eyes flickered as he imagined how he would have reacted if the person in bed earlier had been L.


    With her wless face and mesmerizing eyes, along with her supple skin...


    Zara had no clue what was going through his mind. So, she simply assumed he was irritated because he didn''t get to have fun and go all the way.