Punished the Man Who Wouldn't Admit His Guilt
He glanced at her smug face and gazed into her bright doe eyes. Then he looked down at the small bite mark on the back of his hand without saying a word.
Hester took the opportunity to open the door from the inside and handcuffed Farley clutching his arm.
With a click, the hand with the bite mark was linked with Hester's hand, and she pulled him out of the car with ease.
If Hester had known the consequences of biting him, she would have traded ten, no, one hundred cases to take it back.
Confound it, one bite for one lifetime? What a crappy deal!
This time, Farley did not resist and walked out of the car.
His slender legs were safe in his trousers. When he stood before her, she was shocked to find this man who looked like a beautiful teenager was actually so tall!
He was more than twenty centimeters taller than her!
She was not short but looked like a child next to him.
Moreover, he had a fantastic slim figure, which obviously belonged to a grown man. Surprisingly, his dazzling yet cold face matched his straight body well.
"Get in the car and come with me to the police station!" Hester ordered with a stern face.
'I will take you with me no matter how handsome and young you looked!'
Farley remained silent. His sharp purple eyes resting on her for a while, he looked down at his watch. Realizing there was no way he could make it to the meeting, he got into the police car.
He was aloof as aloof could be, never uttering a sound.
Hester was down the whole way. Logically speaking, she should have a sense of accomplishment after capturing a suspect of a fight.
Why did she feel uptight?
She looked sideways at him. He didn't seem to care about the handcuff on his hand at all. He just sat elegantly in the passenger seat and indifferently looked at the sticker with her badge number and photo before him in dead silence.
But silence was winning here. Those who had been in high positions for a long time were good at giving orders. They could put pressure on others without even speaking. Finally, the victims would buckle feeling helpless and restless.
Farley was one of those people. He was a distant and profound thinker of few words. His charming young look was deceptive. While one was amazed by it, he might have been a fish in a barrel.
However, Officer Hester had the brawn but not the brains. She was oblivious to his sophisticated nature and the cold glint in his deep eyes.
Basically, between using her brain and making a move, Officer Hester would choose to ... forget it. She could only make up for her dumbness with her muscly arms.
She was driving like a maniac. After passing an intersection, she felt it hard to catch her breath beside Farley. The man had such a strong vibe!
The air was getting thinner. Hester coughed and reluctantly asked, "Hey, are you really 31?"
"Yes." Farley blinked, his voice elegant and chilly.
"Why are you so hard to get along?" Hester snorted, "I've seen people like you. You can stay quiet now, but I am gonna make you talk when we reach the bureau."
"Fine," Farley replied indifferently.
Screw you!
What exactly was going on with this man? Why was he such an unfriendly machine despite that confusing face?
Was he some charming ice prince in his thirties?
When Hester was complaining in her heart, the radio in the car sounded, "This is North District CID. Officer Hester, please report your current location."
"This is Hester. I am on my way back to the headquarters with a suspect in the gang fight."
"Roger that. The director of the North District CID is heading for the International Convention and Exhibition Center to fill your spot. Please return to the headquarters as soon as possible."
"Understood."
After hanging up the radio, Hester raised her eyebrows at Farley and smirked. "Someone is taking my place as a bodyguard. I have plenty of time now. You are such a sorry lad to fall into my hands today."
Farley looked at the spirited woman and asked indifferently, "How far is the Convention and Exhibition Center from the police station?"
"Why are you asking this?" Hester snorted coldly.
"Nothing." Farley looked down but put on a charming smile. "I wonder if I can make it to the closing ceremony."
"Do you think you are the chairman of the Financial Bureau?" Hester rolled her eyes at him and shot him a contemptuous glance. "What does a suspect in a gang fight has to do with the closing ceremony of an importing meeting?"
Those who came to the International Convention and Exhibition Center today were all probably the CEOs of first-rate enterprises. It was a party for billionaires. There was no way this eye candy was that rich.
Right, to a police officer who just made 4, 500 a month, rich guys were all fat and showy.