Chapter 280 Feel Free To
Call The Police
At that moment, the roar of an engine reverberated through the air, and a sleek black sports car sped toward the crowd like a bolt of lightning.
The vehicle screeched to a halt just a hair’s breadth from Renee, the tires emitting a shrill sound as they fought against the pavement.
The car door was then thrown open, and a man in a black trench coat stepped out. He was tall and commanding, and his sharp brows and intense eyes radiated an undeniable air of authority.
Renee lifted her gaze, her eyes as cold as ice. Her hair, now loose from the fight, hung wild and untamed around her shoulders, some strands clinging to her blood–smeared face like a macabre web.
Her gaze was chilling, like a frozen lake in the dead of winter–hard and unforgiving. Her lips were set in a firm line, the corners turned down slightly. Despite the blood streaking her face, the resolve in her expression was unmistakable.
She stood there, her aura freezing the very air around her. But when her eyes met those of the man who had just emerged from the car, there was the briefest flicker of softness.
William’s heart clenched as soon as he saw the blood staining Renee’s face, and his expression darkened immediately. He rushed toward her, but as he neared, he hesitated to touch her, unsure if his touch would cause her any more pain. Instead, he gently took her hands in his, his eyes scanning her from head to toe.
“Where are you hurt?” His voice betrayed a hint of concern, trembling slightly.
Renee offered a faint, reassuring smile and shook her head. “I’m fine. It’s not my blood.”
Her words helped ease some of William’s worry, though he still wasn’t fully at ease. After inspecting her thoroughly and confirming she wasn’t injured, he finally let out a sigh of relief.
He turned, his gaze hardening as it swept over the group of people gathered around them.
“What do you think you’re doing?” William’s voice was low yet carried an authority that brooked no argument.
The crowd froze, stunned by his sudden arrival. They exchanged uncertain glances, a sense of fear creeping into their eyes.
Though they might not have recognized Renee, the man standing before them was instantly recognizable. They all knew William, the powerful figure in Tofral.
His face had graced the news–first political, then financial–and his reputation alone sent a chill through the group.
“Mr. Mitchell, we’re only seeking justice for Etta. We hope you’ll reconsider interfering with this matter.” One of the bolder individuals stepped forward and spoke, his voice cautious but determined.
Perhaps sensing that William might side with Renee due to their past connection, the person pointed toward the one individual who had been cut by Renee’s knife earlier, saying, “Mr. Mitchell, she has already injured one of us! We’re definitely going to call the police!”
“Is that so?” William’s gaze turned cold, his tone flat and unconcerned. “Then feel free to call them.”
A collective sigh of relief passed through the crowd, as they believed William wouldn’t back Renee after all. It seemed they no longer had to fear
his intervention.
But at the very next moment, William’s voice cut through the air like ice, his words dripping with menace. “But before the police arrive, I’d like to ask you, who here is responsible for hurting her?”
His tone was sharp, laced with a veiled threat. His gaze, unwavering and intense, left no room for doubt that he was angry.
It was now clear he was siding with Renee.
William radiated an undeniable aura of danger, the air around him growing thick with palpable tension.
Under his penetrating stare, the crowd instinctively took a few steps back. The man who had spoken earlier swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure, though his voice trembled slightly. “She… She has been abusing her power! She bullied Etta and then attacked us. We… We were actually trying to be lenient to her!”
“Mr. Mitchell, look at what she has done to us!” someone else chimed in, their voice desperate.
“That’s right! She is the one who has been attacking us!” another added, eager to defend their position.
“Really?” William’s lips curled into a disdainful sneer. “You all ganged up on her, and now, you are accusing her of attacking you? It seems I’ll have to show you exactly what a real attack looks like today!”
