Chapter 4

Leonard's face turned ashen. The police officer's expression grew serious, too.

"Mr. Jones, is this true?"

Leonard completely panicked. Even the hand he was holding mine in started to sweat.

However, to my surprise, he cleared his throat and deliberately lowered his voice, putting on a rough, hoarse tone.

"It definitely wasn't me. Listen, that voice doesn't even sound like mine."

The hired thugs immediately panicked. However, before they could lose their tempers, Leonard grabbed the leader's hand.

"Still, my girlfriend definitely went too far.

"I'll cover all your medical expenses. I promise I won't press charges against any of you."

Those men had spent years running the streets. Naturally, they understood exactly what Leonard was implying.

Perhaps worried that I might still insist on holding them responsible, Leonard immediately turned to me and tried to calm me down.

"Sunny, don't be angry anymore. I’m sure they wouldn’t have robbed you in the middle of the night if they had a choice about it.

"Look at their ages. They probably only did this because they had no other choice. You already beat them up, so just let it go!

"If we really pursue this, you're the one who'll be in the wrong. I told you, the mysterious writing said you weren't supposed to go outside."

The hired actors stood there, stunned by Leonard's words.

The police officer frowned and even asked me if I needed medical attention.

I just smiled. I was more curious to see how Leonard would keep his little performance going.

I put on a dazed expression, as if I still had not recovered from the shock. I stared blankly at him, then slowly nodded.

The moment Leonard saw me agree, he could not suppress the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

However, I was already wondering how he planned to pay for anything after covering Trevon's medical bills.

The agreement was settled quickly. I agreed not to press charges over the attack.

Leonard only had to cover the other men's medical expenses, and he had to pay the full amount within seven days.

On the drive home, I curled up in the back seat. I transferred every bit of money I could access into my mother's account.

Leonard, completely unaware of what I was doing, kept driving.

Seeing how quiet I was, he launched into another little lecture about love and obedience.

"Sunny, I told you I could see the mysterious writing. Why are you being so stubborn?

"You hired bodyguards this time to protect yourself, but what about next time? And the time after that?"

I answered directly, "Then why didn't you warn me ahead of time?"

He froze. Then, he immediately thought hard about the bodyguards I had hired.

His foot slammed on the gas.

Before long, Leonard claimed he needed to stop somewhere and told me to go home first.

While I waited for the elevator, I opened that post again.

Sure enough, the top comment had exploded with new replies.

LeoTheGreat: [What do I do now? My girlfriend actually believes in the mysterious writing.]

LeoTheGreat: [But she still won't listen to me! She told me I should just warn her ahead of time.]

LeoTheGreat: [So, was all of this for nothing?]

His mastermind replied almost immediately.

MasterManipulator: [Dude, are you stupid?]

MasterManipulator: [This stuff has to have a time limit, right? Telling her a day ahead isn't the same as telling her one minute ahead of time!]

My expression immediately darkened.

Meanwhile, a huge smile spread across Leonard's face.

The next second, his phone buzzed. Leonard had written another comment.

LeoTheGreat: [I heard she's meeting an important client tomorrow. Bro, give me some advice!]

LeoTheGreat: [My girlfriend is great at everything, but she's a workaholic. How can a woman climb above us men?]

LeoTheGreat: [Got any good ideas? Preferably something that gets her fired and makes sure she can never get back on her feet.]

The other person did not reply for a long time.

Five minutes later, a mischievous meme popped up.

I had indeed been scheduled to meet with an executive from an important client tomorrow. However, the client suddenly had something come up and changed their schedule.

That was why I finally felt comfortable taking my ten days of leave.

At the time, I had only mentioned the meeting casually. I never expected Leonard to latch onto those few words and turn them into a weapon against me.

I pulled out my phone and found a number I had not contacted in a long time.

I called it.

This time, I was determined to make Leonard trap himself in his own scheme.