She Caught a Tycoon by Mistake
906 Words
Hester banged his sports car on purpose.
Today was your lucky day!
Unbuckling her seat belt, she got out of the car and pulled out her gun. Then she aimed it at the door of the sports car.
The door window was designed to protect the privacy of its passengers, so Hester couldn't see the look of the driver. However, it was an inconsequential factor in the arrest.
Hester raised her beautiful eyebrows and ordered, "Get out!"
Farley looked through the glass at the sassy little woman wearing a police uniform.
Her eyes charming, her facial features were delicate and in proportion. She was like a ray of sunshine that brought comfort to the heart of the weary.
Nonetheless....
Farley squinted. This brazen woman crashed his car and was pointing her gun at him now. It had been years since he faced such a daredevil!
Ignored, Hester was enraged and kicked the car door, ordering with a louder voice, "I said get out!"
Farley raised his eyebrows at Hester, not afraid of the gun at all, because his car was bulletproof. But his behavior bordered on defiance, and the bold police officer was pissed off.
"Screw you! You don't want to get out?" Hester was furious. "Alright, don't regret it!"
She hated rich people the most. This loaded pretentious bastard had started a fight and intended to flee in a sports car, having no respect for the North District Police!
She coldly snorted as she turned the pistol around, smashing his car window with its butt.
It was made of the hardest metal, so the glass should have been crushed into pieces. Besides, Hester was an incredibly strong fighter.
Unexpectedly, the window remained unscathed.
Because it was tempered and bulletproof!
The burning rage in Hester's eyes faltered. No one could afford to make his car windows that way unless he was filthy rich!
In that case, this suspicious man in the crime scene who resisted arrest by hiding in his car must be someone special.
But she didn't care. She would take on anyone who ran riot on her turf.
Just as Hester was about to discipline the hell out of him gritting her teeth, the car window was rolled down.
It was a man in sunglasses with alabaster skin and chiseled good looks. His perfect jaw line was highlighted because the sunglasses were covering most of his face.
Actually, they weren't that big. It was just his face was so enviably small!
Hester took a look at his profile and shook her hand somewhere he couldn't see to grasp the size of his face, touching her own. She wondered if this was a lady because his skin was too fair for a man!
Farley turned his head. His brown hair was slightly curly. She still couldn't see how he really looked like behind those comparatively giant sunglasses.
Under them, his mouth set in a hard line.
"What's up?"
His voice was elegant and crisp. It was not as deep as that of an ordinary man, nor as squeaky as that of a woman. It just sounded aloof yet soothing.
His tone was coated with arrogance and reminded her of the cool air in autumn.
She could tell this was a dude even if his countenance remained mysterious.
'I've never hesitated to arrest a woman, not to mention a man!'
Hester snorted impatiently and showed her certificate to him still holding the gun. "I am the Deputy Director of the CID of North District Police Station. You are a suspect of a gang fight. Please get off the car and cooperate with the investigation."
"On what ground?" Farley said indifferently glancing at her perky face, his eyes unfathomable under the glasses.
Hester rolled her eyes and countered, "I am a police officer, while you are a suspect at a crime scene! You need to come with me and answer some questions."
He was a suspect?
His long eyes narrowed. "Not now."
"Why?" He wanted to flee?
"I'm busy," he answered briefly in a stone-cold tone.
Oh, my god!
Four years as a police officer, she had faced evil in the face countless times. That being said, he was the most arrogant ass she had ever met.
'You are busy?'
'But I am not?'
'I am going to be so tied up interrogating the crap out of you!' she cursed in her heart.
Hester pointed her gun at him and said, "I'll give you two options. First, come with me. Second, I make you do it after I kiss your ass. I can tell you are some sort of fancy pants, but don't push me! Or you will have a lot coming your way!"
Farley impatiently glanced at the watch on his wrist and took out his passport, tossing it to the annoying woman. "You are looking at the wrong man."
Hester looked down at the name on his passport. Farley White? She had never heard of him. Afterwards, she took a glance at the photo and then him. What a fat liar!
"This is your son's passport, right? You should forge a more convincing one next time!"
The passport said Farley was already 31, but the photo indicated otherwise.
Have you ever seen a 31-year-old high school student?
This rude broad!
His eyes dulling, he raised his hand and slowly took off the sunglasses.
As they finally came off, his unbelievably handsome face came into view.
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