Chapter 51
Chapter 51
After having my head examined, I told the doctor to wrap my injury—just a scrape–with extra white linen. I even got a medical capl
Then I showed up at the station with my slightly exaggerated injury.
The police had finished questioning Cameron by that point,
The footage from my surveillance camera had made it clear who was in the wrong, too. In the end, charged.
Cameron
Her legal punishment was ten days in a detainment facility a 2,000–dollar fine, and an apology to my face. She was much more subdued by then, glaring at me while gritting her teeth.
“Well? Are you going to apologize now, or do you want a few more days in your cell?” a police officer asked. Cameron was visibly nervous. “No, I can’t stay in there for too long. My daughter has cancer. I need to be with her as long as possible. She could be gone at any time!”
“Then why did you spend your time beating someone else up? That’s time you could have spent keeping her company!” the police officer retorted.
Cameron looked despondent.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled.
I smiled and adopted the attitude of a forgiving saint. “It’s alright. I’ve always prided myself on my mercy. I’ll forgive you for my sick sister’s sake.”
Cameron looked up and shot daggers into my eyes. I was so pleased with myself.
“Goodbye, Mrs. Jones. Please keep my heartless dad’s company,” I said.
I got into my car and immediately removed the cap. I had to return to work in my workshop.
My mood had been terrible lately, but thinking about Harry and Cameron- them in a detainment center–somehow made me feel so much better.
about how their actions had landed
I was sure my mother would have felt the same way if she were alive to see it.
I had been going through so much lately that I hadn’t taken the time to doll myself up. But tonight was my dinner with Soren, so I had plenty of motivation.
I chose a white dress with a silky scarf tied around my waist. It accentuated my figure while looking chic.
I also decided to let my wavy hair flow free, opting for a hairband in the same pattern as the scarf. I left my forehead exposed for a clean, confident look.
As it neared the time to leave work, I applied mild makeup
My beauty came from my mother. Thanks to her, I had fair, healthy skin, a great figure, height, and delicate facial. features.
Jean always said I had the look of a 1940s or 1950s movie star and that I would have been popular if I’d chosen to enter the entertainment industry.
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I knew the advantages my beauty could bring, but I also understood it was a double–edged sword. If I couldn’t. wield it carefully, my beauty could be my undoing
That’s why I chose to rely on my talent and capabilities Instead.
Our dinner was at 6:00 p.m., but I arrived 15 minutes early
I had just taken my seat in the Pride Room when Jean sent me a voice message.
“You there already?”
I texted back: [Yeap. You?]
“I just returned from outside. Parking my car. The manager said you’ve already arrived,” she replied in a voice
message.
I didn’t respond right away. I could chat with her after dinner.
Then, suddenly, she sent another message. It started with her excited voice.
“Taylor! I saw one of the most handsome men I’ve ever met on this godforsaken planet! You wouldn’t believe it. You’ve never seen a guy like this before! His aura, sis. His vibe… His smile… and even when he’s wearing a poker face!”
I laughed. How handsome could this fellow be for her to be so gaga over him?
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Chapter 52
Chapter 52
