Chapter 3: Chapter Three: Overestimating One's Own Abilities

Doreen Pulitzer took a deep breath and walked up to the manager.

"Do you have any evidence?"

At one meter seventy-one tall, plus seven centimeters from her heels, her direct and sharp gaze made the manager's arrogance wane considerably.

"So many people can testify!"

She was referring to the princesses working at Twlight Club and the wealthy patrons in the private rooms. The confidence with which she spoke suggested that they had already colluded to smear Jiaxin completely.

Doreen Pulitzer couldn't fathom who Jiaxin could have offended to cause such a big fuss.

"Jiaxin!!! ——Damn it! Jeff Boswell!!!"

"Was this your doing?!"

Upon hearing the news, Chen Munan rushed over and suddenly spotted a familiar face in the crowd, instantly exploding and charging forward. Several plainclothes officers and security guards hurriedly blocked him.

The manager was furious, "Who do you think you are, daring to touch anyone! Do you want to die?!"

Only then did Doreen Pulitzer notice a young man in bright, trendy clothes and an earring behind them. She vaguely remembered Jeff Boswell, the school bully at High School, who had often picked on Chen Munan for not following rules. Later, he set his sights on Jiaxin, who was close friends with Chen Munan. This incident was most likely orchestrated by him.

Jeff Boswell walked out with his hands in his pockets, "Hmph, overestimating yourself!"

In his rage, Chen Munan broke free and lunged towards Jeff Boswell, ready to kick him, but Doreen Pulitzer grabbed his waist from behind.

"Chen Munan."

"Let me handle this."

Her voice was calm, but the suppressed anger was clear to Chen Munan. He kicked off course, smashing into the glass door of a nearby private room.

Lowering his head, he muttered, "Do what you want," and pulled Jiaxin, running into the adjacent hallway.

There were no surveillance videos, but everyone's testimony pointed to Jiaxin as the instigator of prostitution, even the plainclothes officers couldn't help.

As they took the elevator down, the plainclothes officer sighed, "You guys are just unlucky. You shouldn't have messed with someone powerful. They're even hiring lawyers, clearly planning to put your sister away."

Chen Munan took Jiaxin to a nearby convenience store to buy drinks, while Doreen Pulitzer waited on the roadside for the car. They would all go to the police station later to give their statements. Just then, she saw Jeff Boswell coming out of Twlight Club, swaggering into a black Maybach.

Doreen Pulitzer narrowed her eyes.

"You waved your hand and gave the Twlight Club manager a luxury car. Did you do something bad again?" Edison Duncan, in the back seat, couldn't help but tease.

Jeff Boswell, who was quite smug, glanced at the man in the driver's seat and whispered, "What's a lawsuit? I want to make him and his people eat prison food. Uncle, will you help me?"

"No problem."

Jeff Boswell smirked, paused, and carefully greeted the man in front, "Hello, Uncle."

"Hmm."

Edison Duncan urged, "What are you waiting for, Ferguson?"

Following the man's gaze, he looked out the window and saw a woman in a light brown long down jacket, her long hair tied in a low bun, with very good, dark hair, making her porcelain-like skin almost transparent. From this angle, only her profile was visible. She wasn't wearing makeup, but her natural thick eyebrows and red lips made Edison Duncan immediately recognize her as a beauty.

"What a pity..." Edison Duncan clicked his tongue.

Ferguson Kennedy finally spoke, "Pity what?"

Edison Duncan said, "Too cold, never smiles. And her hair is so neatly combed, with no more than three colors in her outfit. Either boring or dull."

"You know nothing." Ferguson Kennedy chuckled, starting the car.

Edison Duncan declared, "Anyway, this type isn't your style."

Ferguson Kennedy didn't respond, turning the car around. The woman on the steps happened to look over, but through the tinted windows, she couldn't see inside, while he took her in his eyes.

Just like last night, he had swallowed every moment of the woman beneath him, lost in passion.

Boring?

Her body was soft as water, and her voice was perfectly coy.

-

The snow that had been holding back all night began to fall in the afternoon. After leaving the police station, Doreen Pulitzer took Chen Munan and Jiaxin to a Hunan restaurant for lunch. The three dishes and one soup were delicious, but Chen Munan and Jiaxin clearly had no appetite.

Doreen Pulitzer served them, "No matter how angry you are, don't starve yourself. How can you fight the bad guys if you're not full?"

Jiaxin sobbed softly, "Muxi, you believe me, I didn't..."

Doreen Pulitzer softened her voice, "I always believe you."

Jiaxin cried harder, her slender shoulders trembling like reeds in a strong wind.

Chen Munan threw down his chopsticks, "I'll find him!"

Doreen Pulitzer looked up, "Find who? How? With violence?"

Chen Munan raged, "Are we just going to let Jiaxin be bullied?!"

Doreen Pulitzer looked at her brother, her clear black and white eyes having a strange calming effect.

"He wants you to go to him, and then get you arrested. Knowing his tricks, do you still want to play into his hands?"

Jiaxin held Chen Munan's hand, choking back sobs, "Don't go..."

Chen Munan's face flushed with anger, but he eventually sat down.

Doreen Pulitzer comforted them, "Sister will take care of this. Finish your meal, go back to school, and focus on your studies. Don't waste your time on unworthy people and things. Leave everything to me."

From childhood, whenever Chen Munan got into trouble, Doreen Pulitzer always stood in front of him, telling him, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

These words were like a spell, bringing him peace. Even Jiaxin slowly stopped crying, picking up her chopsticks and starting to eat small bites.