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    The officer nced from Rita to the tworge men groaning beside her. “You’re telling me that woman—what, in her fifties?—took down both of your bodyguards by herself?”


    It was absurd to think that a woman in her fifties could overpower two burly men.


    Haley stammered, “There’s no security footage, but—someone nearby must’ve seen it! Ask them!”


    The officers headed to the nearest shop, asking witnesses what they’d seen.


    One shopkeeper pointed a finger. “That woman in the skirt—she’s the one who told the guys to ‘get them.’ That’s all I heard.”


    Haley blinked. That was all? “No…”


    Why didn’t they see Rita take them down? Why only that one line? Before she could think too hard about it, the officer came back. “You’re suspected of inciting assault. You’ll need toe with us.”


    “What?! No—I didn’t touch anyone—” Haley protested.


    Toote. She was already being escorted toward the squad car.


    At the station, Ste didn’t waste time. Her stance was clear: Haley had assaulted her maid. She wasn’t interested in apologies,pensation, or smoothing things over.


    Haley tried everything—apologies, promises to make amends—but Ste didn’t budge.


    The officers followed standard procedure. With the victim unwilling to drop the charges, Haley was hit with a penalty: fifteen days of detention.


    The moment she heard it, Haley’s eyes widened. “What?! Fifteen days? No way—I’m not epting that. I want to make a call. I know my rights!”


    The officer just waved at the phone on the desk.


    Haley frantically searched her contacts and finally tapped Marc’s number.


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    It rang. He picked up at the second ring. Before he could speak, she burst out, “Marc! I’m at the Arcade Street police station—they’re detaining me for fifteen days! You have toe bail me out!”


    Marc had assumed Haley was calling to nag him about shopping or ask for some petty favor. Thest thing he expected was her sobbing over the phone from the police station.


    He paused, momentarily caught off guard. “How did you end up there again?”


    Months ago, they’d ended up at the station—thanks to Ste. That whole ordeal had left a bad taste in his mouth. And now it was happening all over again? His irritation bubbled over.


    Haley’s voice cracked. “Marc, I swear, it wasn’t my fault. Ste’s making things up—she’s saying I attacked her maid, and now they’re trying to lock me up for fifteen days! Please, you have to help me!” Her desperation spilled through the phone, but all Marc felt was a rising tide of frustration.


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