Chapter 329: Chapter 329: Demanding Aquarelle Vaughn’s Release
As soon as their words fell, the phone beside them rang urgently.
Seeing it was an internal line dialed by the police chief, the male officer hesitated not at all and quickly answered.
"Chief..."
"Did your team just detain a woman named Aquarelle Vaughn?" The police chief’s voice came with suppressed anger.
"Yes, she’s in the detention room right now. We were planning to continue questioning her later..."
"Question who! A bunch of useless fools, worthless trash!" The police chief cursed out loud, "I just want to ask whether you had any concrete evidence or got my permission, daring to detain her without any proof, huh!?"
The male officer was instantly shocked by the chief’s fury, feeling anxious in his heart, "Chief, this woman offended the Sheridan Family..."
He didn’t even get to finish before hearing a voice from the chief’s side that nearly made his legs weak.
"Chief, the Jennings Family called to inquire about Aquarelle Vaughn’s situation, and their lawyer has arrived at the bureau!"
"Chief, the old gentleman from the Saxon Family has called; he says he wants to personally ask your father how he raises his son to be so unable to distinguish right from wrong..."
"Chief, the Levitt Family asked us to provide an explanation about the detention of Aquarelle Vaughn!"
"Chief, it’s a disaster, Special Assistant Joyce from the Hawthorne Group demands we release her immediately, or else he’ll remove the hat on your head..."
"Chief..."
The chief, already barely having a few hairs left on his head, now felt them thinning even more, wishing he could pull them all out to give these ancestors a good look.
Led by the Hawthorne Family, the major aristocratic families of The Imperial Capital gathered so completely for the first time, yet all for the same thing.
To stand up for that seemingly powerless and influential traditional medicine practitioner named Aquarelle Vaughn.
What is Aquarelle Vaughn’s background that even the Hawthorne Group openly protects her like this?
Damn, the Sheridan Family really screwed him over this time!
All at once, the previously steady Imperial Capital police department descended into chaos, comparable to a situation where superiors suddenly come for inspection.
The light in the detention room turned back on, and the officers who arrived first dared not be careless anymore.
Especially the male officer, whose courteous demeanor was entirely different from when he had been questioning earlier.
"Miss Vaughn, we’ve cleared up the situation; you’re innocent. Sorry for such a big misunderstanding; you’re free to leave now."
Sitting at the table, Ann Vaughn’s small face was pale, her petal-like lips had a very faint color, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, she looked like a flower struck by a storm.
Hearing the officers’ words, she remained silent, not moving an inch.
This nearly drove the officers insane, as the chief would be here soon, and if this goddess didn’t leave, they didn’t know how miserable they’d end up!
"Miss Vaughn, the environment here is too poor; why don’t we take you to the sofa outside to rest and have some hot coffee to warm your body?"
"No need," Ann Vaughn slowly spoke, her gaze indifferent, "I think this place is just fine."
What’s good about this place?!!
"Miss Vaughn, please, you should leave; staying here longer your body temperature will..." Wait a minute, the detention room temperature should have been lowered, why is it so warm?
Before the officer could figure it out, the room door was kicked open from outside very abruptly.
The sound startled Ann Vaughn who didn’t want to pay attention to these officers, and she slowly glanced over.
She saw a tall and stately figure appear at the door, his black high-end suit emphasizing his noble and aloof demeanor, clear and distinguished eyebrows, absolute beauty making one unforgettable at first sight.
Ann Vaughn’s gaze froze, she unconsciously bit her lower lip tightly to barely keep her vision from blurring.
The more she did this, the more she felt the spinning unease intensify.
Despite the number of people in the room, Cyrus Hawthorne locked eyes with Ann Vaughn at first glance, without needing to search.
Only when he sensed the temperature in the room and the abnormal lighting above, did his expression turn cold.
"Director Crawford, is this the assurance you gave me, never to use private punishment?" Cyrus Hawthorne turned his cold gaze towards Director Crawford who had followed in, a smile curled on his thin lips that was exceedingly sharp.
Director Crawford continually wiped the sweat on his forehead, nodding and bending apologetically, "Mr. Hawthorne, these are the messes made by the subordinates, I will definitely find everything out and provide you a satisfying explanation!"
"No need." With those words, Cyrus Hawthorne approached Ann Vaughn and bent down to cradle her in his arms, his cold voice tinged with a rare subdued tone, "Sorry, I’m late."
If only he had left the meeting a moment earlier, she wouldn’t have suffered this.
Held tightly in Cyrus’s embrace, Ann Vaughn hung her head without a word.
Cyrus slightly tilted his head, with a gesture filled with unspeakable tender regret, he lightly kissed her temple.
Then he strode out, pausing briefly as he passed Director Crawford, "This matter is now under the General Police Department, you better pray for your own fortune."
The influence from Marinia could even infiltrate The Imperial Capital’s police department, saying there’s nothing shady would be impossible.
Anyone involved, he wouldn’t let escape lightly.
As for the General Police Commissioner, seems like he might owe him a favor this time.
Having said that, Cyrus Hawthorne didn’t take another look at Director Crawford’s pale, ugly face as he carried Ann Vaughn from there.
Meanwhile, in the arcade not far from the police department entrance.
"Please, what gives you the illusion that someone like me, an international dangerous element, would enjoy a place like the police department?"
The man in flashy red outerwear and sunglasses shouted into the phone, following up angrily, "What? You’re not in the mood to draw blueprints!? My Little King, do you have something against me?!"
"Alright, alright, I’ll go urge him, see when he’ll release your sweetheart... wait!" The man in sunglasses suddenly glanced at the police department entrance, not sure what he saw, his troubled brow suddenly relaxed.
"Looks like it’s unnecessary, your sweetheart’s been taken out of the police department by someone already, oh huh, this model car’s globally limited to one, this guy’s got some big background... okay, okay, license plate has 5 A’s, alright?"
"Quit being polite with me, hurry up and draw those plans, it’s better than anything! You should know I’m risking being caught... hey? My Little King? Hey??"
The man in sunglasses was nearly jumping mad over the busy tone coming from the phone, betraying him after crossing the river, when can they be good friends again!!
There were still very important words he hadn’t said yet!
Why Her Highness the Princess, missing from Gothasen, would be in such a place was seriously clawing at this gossip king’s curiosity, damn it!