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Leah red at Anneliese, her face twisted with fury. The thought of Jameson lying in that hospital bed–too hurt to sleep, too weak to eat–made her heart ache with
rage.
<i>This </i>wh<i>*</i><i>re </i><i>with </i><i>her </i><i>sl</i><i>*</i><i>tty</i><i>–</i><i>looking </i><i>face </i><i>flirted </i><i>with </i><i>my </i><i>boy </i><i>in </i><i>the </i><i>first </i><i>ce</i>! <i>After </i><i>following </i><i>him </i><i>into </i><i>the </i><i>private </i><i>lounge </i><i>to </i><i>drink</i><i>, </i><i>she </i><i>suddenly </i><i>shamelessly </i><i>backed </i><i>out </i><i>at </i><i>the </i><ist </i><i>minute</i>! <i>Some </i><i>audacity </i><i>she </i><i>has </i><i>to </i><i>use </i><i>my </i><i>boy </i><i>of </i><i>attempted </i><i>rape</i><i>! </i>
Anneliese turned to Patrick. “Detective Walen, are people allowed to openly threaten others in a police station?”
Patrick’s expression hardened. “Mrs. Tate, watch your words.”
Leah seethed, about to retort, when Jonathan’s thin lips parted. “I beat Jameson.”
His wordsnded like a thunderp. Not only did the Tates erupt in shock, but even Zacharias‘ hands tightened into fists as his eyes snapped toward Jonathan.
Jonathan’s background was no secret, but without his permission, Patrick had never dared mention his involvement in that night’s events. So, until now, neither Zacharias nor the Tates knew that truth. They had simply assumed Jessica was the one who injured Jameson.
Only now did Zacharias finally understand the meaning behind Jonathan’s words outside the car window earlier.
So, it was <i>Jonathan </i>who <i>saved </i><i>Anneliese </i><i>that </i><i>night</i>!
What rose in his chest wasn’t gratitude but sheer panic, fury, and jealousy. No one knew better than Zacharias how beautiful Anneliese was. Often, he wished she would tone herself down, hide her beauty away at home for his eyes alone. And yet, in that most critical moment, it had been Jonathan who saved her.
What had he seen? What had happened between them? His eyes burned red from the storm of suspicion.
Leah exploded. “It was you? Who do you think you are, beating my son half to
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Moments earlier, Jonathan’s grip had nearly crushed her wrist, and his aura had left her too shaken to fight back. But now, her fury boiled over.
Beside her, Stephen Tate’s face was dark. “Detective Walen, this man just admitted he crippled my son. Why haven’t you taken him into custody?”
Anneliese’s chest tightened in worry. She opened her mouth to speak up for Jonathan, only for a bottle of water to appear in front of her. She followed the long, elegant fingers back to Jonathan’s calm, reassuring eyes. His gaze seemed to say: <i>It’s </i><i>nothing</i><i>. </i><i>Rx</i>.
Realization struck. She had been foolish to worry. A man like Jonathan didn’t need excuses. Even if he had beaten someone for no reason at all, he would never be made to pay for it.
Privilege had always existed in this world, and Jonathan was firmly rooted in that privileged ss—something his usual low profile had made her briefly forget.
Zacharias had been watching the two of them closely. When he saw Jonathan hand Anneliese water, and worse, saw the bright smile she turned on him in return, his knuckles cracked audibly as his fists clenched tight.
I’m sitting <i>right </i><i>here</i><i>, </i><i>and </i><i>they </i><i>dared </i><i>flirt </i><i>right </i><i>under </i><i>my </i><i>nose</i><i>?! </i>
Meanwhile, Patrick only responded to the Tate family’s demands with a coldugh. Arrest <i>the </i><i>Fullbuster </i><i>heir</i>? <i>Not </i><i>even </i><i>the </i><i>state </i><i>chief </i><i>would </i><i>dare </i><i>attempt </i><i>that</i>.
The Tate family’s arrogance was staggering–so much so that Patrick almost admired their foolishness.
Seeing Patrick remain silent, Stephen sensed something was off and turned a probing gaze on Jonathan, who impassively confessed, “I regret it—”
Leah’s brows shot up. “Oh, <i>now </i>you regret it?! Toote! You-”
“I regret not hitting harder,” Jonathan cut her off tly. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t still be kicking up a fuss here.”
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Leah’s furious retort choked in her throat, Jonathan’s words slicing it off clean. She gaped, breathing hard, ready to m the table, but Stephen caught her just in time.
A seasoned veteran of the business world, Stephen had already picked up on something from Patrick’s guarded demeanor and the invisible pressure radiating off Jonathan. He tugged Leah back and asked, “Detective Walen, who is this gentleman?”
Patrick thought to himself, <i>Finally</i><i>, </i><i>you’ve </i><i>bothered </i><i>to </i><i>ask</i><i>. </i><i>Took </i><i>you </i><i>long </i><i>enough</i><i>, </i><i>but </i><i>at </i><i>least </i><i>you’re </i><i>not </i><ipletely </i><i>dense</i>.
In a grave tone, he introduced, “This is Mr. Jonathan Fullbuster.”
<i>Jonathan </i><i>Fullbuster</i><i>? </i>
Leah frowned, unimpressed. <i>That’s </i><i>it</i><i>? </i><i>Just </i><i>a </i><i>name</i><i>? </i><i>No </i><i>titles</i>, <i>no </i><i>status </i><i>attached</i><i>? </i>Clearly, <i>he </i><i>isn’t </i><i>some </i><i>big </i><i>shot</i><i>. </i><i>In </i><i>fact</i>, <i>he </i><i>might </i><i>only </i><i>just </i><i>be </i><i>this </i>wh<i>*</i><i>re’s </i><i>lover</i>!
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