Chapter 4: Bite Marks
Ethaniel looked at her smug face, then glanced down at the small bite mark on his hand. His long lashes lowered, and he didn’t say anything for a moment.
Kayla took the opportunity to open the car door and deftly cuffed Ethaniel’s hand, clicking the other end onto her own wrist, and pulled Ethaniel out of the car.
If Kayla could have foreseen the consequences of biting him, she would have sworn she’d turn back time… not just ten years, but a hundred!
This time, Ethaniel didn’t resist and calmly got out of the car. When he stood up straight, Kayla realized that this man, who looked like a handsome teenager, was actually incredibly tall! At least twenty centimeters taller than her!
Moreover, his posture was elegant, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, perfectly suited to wearing clothes. His dignified presence, paired with that strikingly beautiful yet cold face, was surprisingly harmonious without any sense of discord.
“Get in the car and come back to the station with me!” Kayla ordered with a righteous expression. No matter how handsome you are, you’re getting arrested today!
Ethaniel said nothing, casting a sharp gaze at her before glancing at his watch. Realizing he wouldn’t make the meeting, he obediently got into the police car.
On the way back, Kayla felt puzzled. Normally, catching a suspect should give her a sense of accomplishment. Why did she feel… uneasy?
She stole a glance at Ethaniel. He didn’t seem to care about being handcuffed, sitting gracefully in the passenger seat, quietly looking at the sign with her badge number and her photo attached without saying a word, yet exuding an invisible pressure.
Some people, especially those who have held high positions for a long time and are used to giving orders, have that kind of aura. They don’t need to speak to create an overwhelming sense of authority, making others feel at a loss and anxious until they finally submit.
Ethaniel was clearly one of those people.
But Kayla was the type to face challenges head-on. She couldn’t see the noble, composed aura Ethaniel had cultivated over the years, nor the subtle, calculating glint in his deep purple eyes.
Basically, when choosing between brains and brawn, Kayla had no choice but to…Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.
Forget it, no point in talking about it-when smarts aren’t enough, brute force has to do.
The police car sped along, and after crossing an intersection, Kayla felt the air pressure in the car drop. This guy’s sense of oppression was too strong!
The air felt stifling. Kayla coughed and awkwardly asked, “…Hey, are you really thirty-one?”
“Yes.” His voice was elegantly cold.
“How arrogant,” Kayla snorted. “I’ve seen people like you before. You might not say anything now, but once we get back to the station, I have plenty of ways to make you talk.”
While Kayla was grumbling, the car’s radio crackled to life, “This is North District Major Crimes Unit. Officer Kayla, report your current location.”
“This is Kayla from North District Major Crimes Unit. I have successfully apprehended one suspect involved in the brawl and am heading back to headquarters for questioning.”
“Roger that. Major Crimes Unit leader Mick has taken over security duties at the international conference center. Please return to headquarters as soon as possible.”
“Got it!”
After hanging up the radio, Kayla shot Ethaniel a mischievous grin. “Someone else is covering my security duty, so I have plenty of time. Bad luck for you to end up in my hands today.”
Ethaniel looked at the spirited Kayla and asked calmly, “How far is the conference center from the station?”
“Why?” Kayla snorted.
“Nothing, just wondering if I can still make the closing ceremony.”
“Do you think you’re the president of the financial conference or something?” Kayla rolled her eyes and gave him a disdainful look. “A suspect in a brawl have nothing to do with the closing ceremony, ok?”
Today, the conference center was full of top-tier business leaders. Even throwing a stone would hit a billionaire. But this handsome guy didn’t fit the image of an “entrepreneur” at all.
Absolutely! In Kayla’s eyes, earning just five thousand a month, “entrepreneur” equals “nouveau riche.” A nouveau riche is someone who is both tacky and wealthy, corpulent, and has a lot of money. It’s definitely not this refined and cold guy next to her.