The old woman looked at Wilbur and grabbed him by the arm. "You hit me, young man! Take me to the hospital." Wilbur frowned. It was just his luck that he would run into something like this. What did he have to do with this at all? His car had not moved in the slightest, and this old lady was claiming he had hit her. That was so unfair! He said, "I can take you to the hospital, but let's be clear here. I didn't hit you." "You have to be responsible for what you've done, young man! You clearly hit me, how could you say you didn't?" The old woman grabbed Wilbur's shirt tightly as if she was clinging on for dear life. Wilbur sighed in exasperation. The old lady had sprained her ankle from her fall and might have even broken her ankle. But none of that was his fault, not one bit of it. Wilbur said, "I really have nothing to do with this, ma'am. Let me take you to the hospital so you can get your leg checked out." "A trip to the hospital isn't going to be enough, you'll hav
Steve gave it some thought, then smiled before he said, "Don't worry, I'll handle it. He's not only going to pay for the lady's medical bills and compensate her. I'll make sure he gets locked up so the justice system can teach him a lesson too." "I know you've got this, Mister Chevor. Well, I'll be on my way then. Don't worry, ma'am, Mister Chevor is here to help you. This bastard's going to get a taste of his own medicine for sure. I need to get back to school now. Bye," said Whitney. The old woman hurried to wave a hand. "You're too kind, young lady. Thank you, thank you so much." "Don't worry about it. We're just doing what we should," Whitney smiled. Just then, an old man and a young man came hurrying over to the old woman. They fussed over her, asking what had happened. These two were probably her husband and son, and they lived nearby. Whitney looked right at Wilbur, shaking her head. "You're not getting away this time, you piece of shit." She flagged down the nearest
The old woman, her son, and her husband were hell-bent on the fact that Wilbur was completely to blame for the accident, demanding that he take full responsibility for it. Steve piped up as well, "I witnessed it, too. They're all telling the truth. I saw it with my own eyes. He was also driving drunk." The head of the security officers was named Victor Myre, who looked at Wilbur with a frown. "Were you drinking?" "Yes, but I wasn't driving," said Wilbur. Just then, Steve walked up to Victor. He whispered something into the security officer's ear, and both men turned away to have a short chat before returning to the conversation. Victor said, "You've been found guilty of drunk driving. We're going to run a breathalyzer test on you now." He took out the device, and Wilbur said coldly, "I wasn't driving. Why the hell should I have to do a test?" "Your car's unlocked, and a witness saw that you were already in your car. That's considered drunk driving. If you refuse, we're go
Wilbur smiled. "I wouldn't be so sure of that." "I can tell you now that it won't be my boss here who gets it. Try not to cry later, alright?" Skyler jeered. Steve paused, before bursting out laughing. "Your boss, huh? I'll call you daddy if he doesn't end up behind bars, how's that?" Skyler's expression darkened. He was about to teach Steve a lesson, but Wilbur stopped him. Steve called out at once, "Officer Myre, look! They were going to attack me. How violent of them." Victor frowned. "Stop starting more trouble." "He's the one causing trouble, not us," said Wilbur coldly. Victor frowned. "We'll put a clamp on your car for now. You're coming back with us." "I'd think this through if I were you. Steve is making false statements. You might lose your job if you go through with this," said Wilbur coldly. Victor furrowed his brows. He did not know for sure if Steve was telling the truth either, because he had not investigated the case yet. But Steve had told Victor ju
Just then, Steve shouted, "What the hell are you doing, Myre? Can't you even take care of a piece of shit like him?" Victor had no choice but to wave a hand at the two officers behind him. They walked up to Wilbur, as if they were about to forcibly apprehend him. "Can you just work with us for now, please?" Victor was incredibly frustrated as well, cursing himself for running into something like this. Skyler smiled. "I'd be careful if I were you. Don't get yourself fired over something like this. It's not worth it." "And who the f*ck are you? Why are you poking your nose where it doesn't belong? Don't make me teach you a lesson too!" Steve flared up in anger. If Whitney were to find out that he could not even handle this bastard, he was going to be so embarrassed. This other idiot was also looking to get beaten up. Syler smirked. "Come at me. I'm not afraid of you." Steve's expression darkened. "Teaming up, eh? Arrest him too, Myre! I suspect they're in cahoots." Victor's
Wilbur saw that it was Elsa, and said at once, "The hell are you doing wearing shades at night? A car could hit you." "Come on, Boss, don't be like that! I came to check on you out of the kindness of my own heart." Elsa giggled. Wilbur shook his head, and Elsa came up to Faron. "Have you taken care of it?" "I'm in the middle of doing that," said Faron. Elsa cast him an unimpressed glance. "You sure are taking your own sweet time to get something so simple done. Useless idiot." Faron flared up at once, roaring at her, "Who the f*ck are you calling an idiot, Elsa? I'll rip you a new one!" "Are you now? Oh please, I could have you on the ground with just one hand." She snorted. Faron glowered at her. This girl had been bullying her ever since they were kids, and now that he was a cultivator he was not going to take it lying down anymore. "Come at me, then! Let's spar, I'm not afraid of you." Faron threw his blazer off, drawing a stance. Elsa burst out laughing, shaking
The people from the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection were here, and Victor knew he was going to be punished. It was best that he confessed and faced justice. Faron glanced at Steve, who was starting to panic as well. Elsa then said, "A government official trying to frame someone for something they didn't do and causing a public disturbance. You're coming back with me. I've got some questions for you." Steve was scared out of his wits now. "No, no, wait! This is all just a misunderstanding, I wasn't trying to frame him." "I'll be the judge of that after I'm done investigating. You shut your mouth," Elsa said sharply, and Steve trembled all over. "Ma'am, my father's in charge of the south district. We're all colleagues here, so let's go easy on each other." Elsa barked out a laugh, pointing a thumb at Faron. "Well, he's the son of Orin Campbell, but I'd arrest him all the same if he were to break the law. Who the hell are you to say anything?" Faron's face flush
Steve hardly dared to breathe, shaking from head to toe where he stood. The old woman and her family were hell-bent on blaming Wilbur, but the undeniable proof and Elsa's authority made them cower as they looked around anxiously, trying to assess the situation at hand. Faron smirked. "Framing someone is against the law, you know. Once we get to the bottom of this, we're going to confiscate the old lady's pension and then decide what to do with you." The old woman's son and husband panicked at the mention of her pension being confiscated. "You can't do that! What right do you have?" "Well, she broke the law. Did you think she would be above the law just because she was old? Ridiculous," said Faron coldly. The old lady panicked as well. She clambered to her feet at once, yelling, "Like hell you're going to take my pension away from me!" It seemed like the old lady was fine aside from a slight limp. She even looked spunkier than a teenager. Faron smirked. "Keep throwing a