Outside the police station.
A silver Maybach was parked by the roadside. As the car window rolled down, Lance took off his sunglasses, his gaze inscrutable as he looked inside.
"Sir, do you think that woman needs to be taught a lesson?" the bodyguard sitting in the passenger seat asked.
Lance's expression remained cold as he waved his hand dismissively. "No need. She's just a woman full of lies. Why bother with her? Go, greet the people inside and make sure those thugs stay a few more days."
For some reason, the image of the girl grabbing his hand pleadingly made him feel a hint of reluctance.
He was naturally aloof and disliked women approaching him, yet when she clutched his sleeve, he felt no aversion.
Even when she called him 'darling' and staged various acts to mislead others,
