All the color drained from Tiffany’s face in an instant.
She shrieked in terror, clinging desperately to Julian Cross’s arm as if it were her last lifeline.
“Julian! Save me! I don’t want to go to the police station!”
“Julian, tell them! It’s a misunderstanding! It’s all a misunderstanding!”
Julian’s face was also incredibly grim.
In front of all his friends, his girlfriend was about to be taken away by the police.
This was even more humiliating than a direct slap in the face.
He abruptly turned, almost gnashing his teeth as he said to me, “Stella, do you really have to be so ruthless?”
I looked at him coldly, without a word.
He took a deep breath, then turned, forcing a smile, and approached the police.
““Officers, this is a misunderstanding, it’s all a misunderstanding.”
“This is my sister, and this is my girlfriend. They had a small argument, and I’ve already reprimanded Tiffany.”
He spoke, trying to shield Tiffany with his body.
“You see, it’s late, this isn’t good. It’s a family matter, we can handle it ourselves.”
Then, he turned back to me, his voice now almost pleading.
“Stella, please, for my sake, alright?”
“Let the officers go back first. We can talk about our issues at home.”
He thought I would, as I had countless times before, compromise and back down for his ridiculous “sake.”
He thought I would still consider our so–called “deep sibling affection.”
But he didn’t know that when I was locked in that dirty, smelly storage room, being savagely beaten, that pathetic affection had already been
completely worn away.
I looked at him, and then, slowly and clearly, I said to the officer:
“Officer, it’s not a misunderstanding.”
“I have a medical report for my injuries from the hospital.”
“She extorted a million dollars from me, and there are bank transfer records.”
“I demand immediate legal action.”
My words were like a resounding slap, landing squarely on Julian Cross’s face.
The expression on his face Instantly froze, shifting from pleading to shock, then to an incredulous shame.
The police ignored his obstruction, stepped forward, and directly handcuffed Tiffany, who was still screaming.
“Let me go! Do you know who I am? My boyfriend is Julian Cross!”
“Julian! Save me! Julian!”
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“She extorted a million doll
from me, and there are bank transfer records.”
“I demand immediate legal action.”
My words were like a resounding slap, landing squarely on Julian Cross’s face.
The expression on his face instantly froze, shifting from pleading to shock, then to an incredulous shame.
The police ignored his obstruction, stepped forward, and directly handcuffed Tiffany, who was still screaming.
“Let me go! Do you know who I am? My boyfriend is Julian Cross!”
“Julian! Save me! Julian!”
Tiffany was dragged out of the villa by two officers, crying, wailing, and struggling violently.
Her hysterical screams echoed through the dead silent living room, jarringly loud.
Julian stood frozen in place, like a stone statue.
All his friends looked at him with complex expressions–a mix of pity, mockery, and outright curiosity.
His dignity, at that moment, was torn to shreds by my own hands, thrown on the floor, and stomped on.
Finally, after Tiffany’s wails completely faded, he abruptly turned around.
Those eyes, once clear, were now bloodshot, swirling with immense fury and resentment.
“Stella Cross!”
He roared at me, his voice hoarse and distorted by rage.
“Are you happy now?!”
“Do you just hate to see me happy? Hate to see me have anyone close to me?!”
“You called the police on my girlfriend for a stranger! Are you insane?!”
He pointed a finger at my nose, accusing me, as if I were the heinous criminal,
The air around us was terrifyingly silent.
Those spoiled brats, though they usually called Julian their brother, not a single one dared to speak up for him now.
Because those from better families among them vaguely knew that the real head of the Cross family was me.
It was this seemingly frail older sister who could make Julian fear her to his very bones.
I listened to him finish, my heart utterly calm, even feeling a little weary.
I felt that my efforts over the past decade were worthless.
When he finally finished roaring, breathing heavily, I raised my hand.
“Smack!”
A crisp slap echoed through the entire living room.
I used a lot of force. Julian Cross’s face instantly snapped to the side, and a clear red handprint quickly appeared.
He was stunned, everyone was stunned.
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