The flight attendant, holding her high heels without any concern for ladylike behavior, opened her mouth and cursed: "I haven't even settled the score with you yet. Why should I move out? I finally flew back for a vacation to get some sleep, and then I found out my room key didn't work. Later, the management told me with a bit of money that the usage rights for this floor had been bought out. I'd really like to smash you with money."
I gave a wry smile: "I'm someone who likes silence, so sorry, I heard from management that you probably aren't short on cash. Finding another apartment like mine shouldn't be hard for you, right? You could also stay at a hotel. Indeed, I bought out this place, and since we're not familiar with each other, you can see that the four original units have been connected. It's impossible for us to live together."
Saying that, I took out the money I had picked up yesterday from the drawer: "This is the compensation for breach of contract from the management. I picked it all up, giving it back to you, not missing a single bill."
The flight attendant pursed her bright red lips, a bit surprised that I had picked up all the money she had thrown around the other day. Seeing this rare quality in me, her expression softened a lot. She looked at Brittany Scott and asked me: "Is she living with you too?"
I nodded: "She couldn't find another place to stay immediately and isn't as well off as you, so she's staying for now."
"In that case, I don't want to move out just yet either. Having her around makes me feel a lot safer," the flight attendant said.
I was displeased and said: "The rental contract was signed by me, and I don't want to share my living space."
The flight attendant pointed at Brittany Scott and said: "You can live with her, so why not me? I've got a month off, so I don't want to be moving around. I'll just stay here for this month."
I replied: "You can go to a hotel."
The flight attendant glared at me: "Isn't it okay if I just like this place?"
At this moment, my phone rang again. I looked at it and, anxious to leave, said: "We'll talk about this when I get back." The incessant calls were really driving me crazy.
After Tobby left, the flight attendant broke into a smile, extended her delicate hand, and said: "My name is Elizabeth Campbell."
Brittany Scott also felt she had misunderstood and shook hands with her: "Brittany Scott."
"I think we should team up. Do you know this man at all? I admire your courage to actually live with him," Elizabeth Campbell said as she sat on the couch, hugging a cushion.
Brittany Scott nonchalantly said: "I'm a cop; what should I be afraid of?"
"If I were a man, and you were so beautiful, even if you were the Queen of England, I would commit a crime," Elizabeth Campbell laughed.
"I don't think he's that bad," Brittany Scott said. "At least compared to those guys who only know how to sweet-talk me, he seems not interested."
"It's an illusion," Elizabeth Campbell scoffed, as if she could see through any man in the world: "I've flown to every corner of the globe. What kind of men haven't I seen? Whether it's politicians or royalty, I've hosted them all. How they look on the surface and what they're like inside, none of it escapes my discerning eyes."
Brittany Scott also sat down and joked: "Are you still thinking of staying?"
Elizabeth Campbell said: "I've been living on this floor for three years. Liking my bed is genuine. It's hard to get used to another bed all of a sudden, and I don't want to ruin my month-long vacation with bad sleep."
At this moment, hearing the sound of a plane outside the balcony window, Elizabeth Campbell energetically ran out to the balcony and leaned over the railing, watching the plane fade into the distance.
Meanwhile, at the police station, the lawyers summoned by those wealthy young men were making quite a racket. The police chief closed his office door, not wanting to talk to the lawyers, and decided to wait for Tobby Curry to come before addressing anything.
He had also received calls from higher-ups. This issue wasn't particularly big or small, but if things couldn't be explained clearly at the regional police station, to appease the capital backing those wealthy young men, someone might have to take the fall and be suspended. Thus, no one was willing to step up and face the mess right now, and everyone was waiting for Tobby Curry to arrive.
After Tobby took away the stainless steel lock door key, the station had to find a welder to open the door and let everyone out before proceeding.
However, once the door was opened, those wealthy young men seemed to have made a pact, shamelessly sitting inside and refusing to come out, no matter how crowded it got.
Young Master Lopez waved for his lawyer to come in. After whispering a few words to the lawyer, the lawyer nodded. He then came out and told all the police officers in the station: "My client feels wronged, and if this isn't properly addressed, we will sue this station."
The police chief, sitting in his office, listened to this and gave a wry smile to the instructor: "Are you deliberately trying to screw me over? Why did you put a rookie on night duty? Can I handle so many wealthy young men suing? You offended them by letting them out. Go out and apologize to calm them down."
"Chief, I can't be of any help here. These people clearly want to play Tobby Curry. Look at how they and their lawyers are in cahoots, a bunch of sly old foxes," the instructor glanced at the shouting lawyers outside through the glass and almost wanted to rush out and kick them.
When I came in, almost every working officer looked at me with a sense of admiration. Their eyes conveyed one message: Dude, how can you be so awesome? Why don't you just fly to the sky?
As soon as they saw me come in, the group of wealthy young men erupted, each pointing at me and exclaiming: "It's this bastard, it's him!"
Those lawyers, like sharks who smelled blood, swarmed over and surrounded me: "Please give me and my clients an explanation as to why they were locked up. And they have injuries on their faces. Even though you're a police officer, we have the right to defend ourselves."
I pushed past the lawyers, approached the cell door, and sneered at the group of young men: "Adam't want to come out?"
Young Master Lopez sneered, unafraid of escalating the matter, and said loudly: "So the police can just arbitrarily lock us up and beat us?"
I said: "I didn't beat anyone. If there were injuries, it was only due to your resistance during the arrest, not my fault."
The lawyer stepped closer: "On what grounds did you arrest my client?"
"Organized brawl, non-cooperation with police mediation, verbal and personal attacks on police officers, even spitting and other insulting behavior, severely trampling on police dignity. If possible, I could even shoot you on the spot and enforce the law!"
The lawyer, unfazed, said: "Are all these claims just your word against everyone else's? It seems what you're saying and what my clients claimed happened are completely different."
I said: "The colleagues who patrolled with me last night can all testify."
Young Master Lopez said snidely: "You mentioned colleagues; can they be considered credible witnesses? Who knows if you'll cover for each other?"
The other wealthy young men chimed in: "Exactly. We're the ones who were arrested, and we're the ones who were beaten. I think it should be from our perspective as victims to ask questions. If everything is up to you, I doubt your ability to enforce the law."