"Leave?” Watching the two womenfort each other, Victor let out a coldugh. "None of you are leaving tonight.”


    "I don''t think so," Hayden said, his face grim and his voice raspy. "It''ste. My wife needs her beauty sleep, and we have no desire to waste any more time with you."


    He continued, “Be smart about this. Let it go now, and I''ll let what happened to your son slide. Otherwise, don''t me me for whates next."


    "Whates next?" Victor roared withughter, his arrogance swelling. "I''d love to see you try." He turned to one of his men. "Where are the police?"


    "At the door, sir," the man replied.


    "You''ll all be spending the night at the precinct," Victor announced, settling back onto the sofa with a vicious expression. "If my son is alright, you''ll suffer a bit less. But if anything happens to him... the rest of your lives won''t be pleasant."


    The captain he had called was an old friend. Dealing with three ordinary people would be child''s y.


    "Fine by me," Hayden said with a slight curl of his lips. “We''ll see whose life is going to be less pleasant."


    After he spoke, Hayden pulled over a couple of chairs for his wife and Juniper.


    Juniper stared at Hayden, bewildered by his unnerving calm.


    “Have a seat,” Hayden said with a gentle smile. "Anxious to get home? Don''t worry. This will all be over in ten minutes."


    Ten minutes? Juniper looked into his eyes and felt a strange, familiar sense of security. She sat down.


    Miranda immediately scooted closer to Juniper and started chatting happily, asking about her age, her major, even how many people were in her family.


    They were about to be hauled off to the police station, yet Miranda was acting as if nothing was wrong. Just who were these people? The Garner family was influential in Era City; could this couple be even more powerful?


    As Juniper wondered, the door swung open again. The police captain and his officers rushed in, their eyesnding on the trio. "Are these the ones who hurt your son?"


    They looked like ordinary people. In the hands of the Garners, their fate was sure to be grim.


    "You know what to do," Victor said, pping the captain on the shoulder. His eyes were filled with murderous rage as he lowered his voice However many ribs my son has broken, the one responsible wiII have the same number broken in return."


    "You can count on me," the captain replied, understanding perfectly. "I guarantee your son will get his justice."


    With that, the captain strode over to Hayden, his posture reeking of arrogance. "Are you the one whoid a hand on him?"


    "That''s right,” Hayden admitted without hesitation, a faint smirk on his lips.


    "Thest person who touched Glenn Garner is still rotting in prison, the captain sneered. you people must have a death wish."


    "Is that so Hayden''s expression was nk, but his low, raspy voice carried bone-chilling cold. "Thest person who crossed us has a tombstone with grass taller than you."


    The captain was momentarily taken aback. To remain soposed when faced with the Garner family name took some serious nerve.


    "You''ll only learn the hard way, won''t you?" Victor, tired of the back-and-forth, barked an order. "Break one of his legs!"


    "Yes, sir."


    Men in ck suits immediately grabbed baseball bats and menacingly dragged Hayden into a soundproof room.


    Juniper''s face paled. She shot up to intervene but was gently pushed back down into her seat.


    "Don''t worry, he''ll be fine," Miranda said, beaming at her.


    Juniper''s eyes widened, and she managed to stammer, "Is that... your actual husband?"


    They were about to break his leg, and she was saying he''d be fine?