As the mother and son sat leisurely in the office, munching on potato chips, the overweight woman and her son who were brought to the police station with them weren’t as lucky.
Her hands were handcuffed as she sat on a small chair, arrogantly spewing disrespectful words from her mouth.
“Do you know who I am? How dare you treat me like this!”
Excitedly standing up, she glared at everyone with anger in her round eyes. Her posture made it seem like she was about to charge forward and attack someone.
“Sit down!”
The female police officer responsible for taking notes shouted sternly, slamming her pen onto the table.
“Who do you think you are? You’re still acting so arrogant even though you’re in a police station. Even if you’re someone important, justice will still be served.”
“Tell me why there was a fight!”
As soon as she finished speaking, she slammed her hand onto the table causing even the lucky cat figurine on top of it to shake its head continuously.
Watching how they were being treated and then looking at Cheyenne sitting next to them eating and drinking only fueled more anger within this woman.
“You little cop dare treat me like this! My husband is Henry Logan – CEO of the Logan Group. My monthly allowance is more than your yearly income! Who do you think you are?”
“If I want to make sure that your job is gone after today’s incident, then what can stop me?”
Over these years they had seen many arrogant people but rarely had they come across such an obnoxious woman before.
“Hmph! Do you really think Mr. Murillo can be easily bullied? My job isn’t something that can be taken away just because of your words. Don’t forget how heavy-handed we’ve been before; even the Todd family’s young master praised us.”
The commotion finally caught attention from those inside the conference room where an attractive man sat at its head with his brows furrowed together showing his righteous aura clearly visible between them all around him. He wore a deep blue uniform which added gravitas making him appear anything but ordinary person.
He didn’t say anything but instead made everyone below him afraid to move despite hearing all of noise coming from outside already reaching their ears inside the conference room.
Everyone secretly looked towards him while atmosphere became solemn until suddenly a cold voice rang out beside their ear, “Luke, go outside and see what happened.”
The young man named Luke received the order and went out to take a look. After a few minutes, he returned to the conference room and stood respectfully not far behind the man.
“Mr. Murillo, Miss Lawrence has arrived,” he answered with lowered eyes.
“Hmm?”
Gordon’s eyes suddenly lit up. He stood up from his seat with a hint of a smile on his previously expressionless face.
“Where is she?”
“She’s in the reception room in the lobby.”
As soon as Luke finished speaking, Gordon slammed his folder onto the table and hurriedly walked towards the door.
He coldly said “meeting dismissed” as he left, leaving everyone confused and whispering amongst themselves. “Who is Miss Lawrence? Why did Mr. Murillo cancel our meeting and personally go out to greet her?”
“I don’t know either,” someone replied. “There are so many people surnamed Lawrence in Akloit.”
Just then, someone suddenly exclaimed with a change of expression. “Wait… it might be her!”
But who was she? With great curiosity, Luke followed Gordon’s footsteps out of the conference room towards the lobby on the first floor.
He couldn’t wait to see who this person was that made Mr. Murillo value her so highly.
In an uproarious scene at the ground level, Mrs. Logan stood at Cheyenne’s office door still wanting to argue about something or other; blocking it with her large frame while shouting loudly.
“Fine! Then explain why I had to sit there being interrogated by you all while that brawler sat on your sofa drinking coffee!”
“Is this how you treat people differently?” She laughed sarcastically “Well, I’m really impressed today.”
The female police officer didn’t know how to respond when suddenly they heard a low but magnetic voice behind them say firmly.
“It’s simple, because Miss Lawrence is my guest and you are not!”
It was none other than Gordon himself who had arrived just in time.
She greeted him casually. “Hey Gordon! Long time no see.”
Then she chuckled again before adding, “Oh sorry, I almost forgot; now I have to call you Mr Murillo.”
The last conflict with the Lucas family earned Gordon recognition from the President, who promoted him to a position at Onistead’s police station. Although they hadn’t seen each other in almost two years, whenever Gordon encountered a difficult case or had questions during an investigation, he would turn to Cheyenne for help. They had stayed in touch quite a bit.
But Cheyenne never expected Gordon to be transferred back so suddenly. “What are you doing here?” she asked.
Gordon, normally aloof and distant, smiled warmly at her. “I should be asking you that question.”
Cheyenne was proud as she lifted her face and explained why she was there. “Oh, it’s nothing really. I just beat up this woman.”
The way she said it made it sound like beating someone up was something worth bragging about.
Mrs. Logan thought Cheyenne would deny it and prepared herself for an argument but instead Cheyenne admitted to everything openly and without hesitation.
She was truly brazen; Mrs. Logan couldn’t understand what made her behave so recklessly.
“Officer,” Mrs. Logan whined while rolling up her sleeve to reveal bruises on her arm, “you heard what she said! She attacked me! According to the law shouldn’t you arrest her?”
Yet her smooth arms were unblemished.
“How is this possible?” Mrs. Logan wondered aloud since moments ago Cheyenne had hit her hard enough that there should have been some injury visible on her skin.
Suddenly remembering what happened earlier at the kindergarten caused Mrs. Logan’s face turned pale; no wonder she behaved so fearlessly!
The officer seemed convinced that Mrs. Logan was lying as sarcasm dripped from every word. “You said she hit you? Where are your injuries then? Show us where they are!”
“I…” stuttered Mrs. Logan before pointing towards the base of neck with trembling fingers, “She grabbed my neck! It hurt so much just now… look!”
The crowd looked at each other in astonishment.
Mrs. Logan couldn’t believe it. Could it be that her neck had just been twisted around by Cheyenne like that and she wasn’t injured?