Chapter 438 - Who Is Victor

"You two go and apologize again, whether she forgives you or not, you have to apologize desperately!" The only thing he hoped for now was that the young lady was as gracious and forgiving as rumored. Otherwise, even he wouldn't be able to save them.

Damn it! If it weren't for the sake of the department's reputation, he wouldn't want to protect these two idiots! Once this was over, even if the Moran family didn't plan to hold them accountable, he would still send them elsewhere. Keeping them in the department, who knows what kind of trouble they might cause!

But to his surprise, when he said this, the two officers looked at him with astonishment and asked, "You want us to apologize?"

"... " A foreboding feeling surged in the chief's heart. "You mean you haven't apologized to her at all?"

"Why should we apologize to her?" the officers retorted. "We're the police, we did what we were supposed to do!"

The chief was at a loss for words. He raised his trembling finger and pointed at them. Not only him, but the other officers who overheard the conversation also had wide-eyed expressions of disbelief.

Perhaps being looked at as if they were idiots made them uncomfortable. They protested, "Did we do something wrong? We were called in because of a disturbance at the coffee shop. We didn't do anything to harm her. We just had her cooperate and give a statement. Since all procedures were legitimate, why should we apologize to her just because she's wealthy?"

"Yeah, we didn't use force on her, and we didn't cause her any harm. Just because she's rich, do we have to apologize to her?"

The chief gave them two resounding slaps on the head. "You did nothing wrong? Then who is Victor? Why was he allowed into our interrogation room? Don't tell me he's her lawyer!"

Mentioning Victor made the two officers' faces turn sour instantly. Perhaps what they did initially didn't seem wrong, and they followed the procedures, but allowing Victor into the interrogation room was their mistake. Allowing an outsider into an interrogation room was a scandal.

They also knew what Victor wanted when he entered, though they didn't know the details yet. They assumed he wanted to buy the coffee shop from Laila. However, they discovered that Victor wasn't interested in paying money; he wanted Laila to give him money.

If he used the money to buy it, it would be justifiable, but not only did he want to get the coffee shop for free, but he also wanted to defraud Laila out of tens of thousands of dollars! This makes people very speechless.

Unfortunately, at this time, the police still don't know what Victor did and are still thinking about how to cover it up.

The two officers finally realized their mistakes and stopped insisting they hadn't done anything wrong.

"So should we apologize to her now?" they asked.

"What's the use of going now? The place is surrounded by reporters. If you go out, it will only embarrass our department further. What you need to do now is quickly bring Laila back and discuss how to handle this situation properly with her!"

"But how do we bring her back?" The two officers exchanged glances. Considering the crowd of reporters outside, they were feeling quite apprehensive.

They hadn't expected things to turn out this way. They had been involved in similar situations two or three times before, and they had always achieved favorable results. Most importantly, after the incidents, they received a check from Victor.

They had never done anything particularly immoral; at most, they had scared the individuals involved and allowed Victor to profit from the situation. However, why had things escalated this time? The coffee shop owner had suddenly changed from a regular person, Aiden, to the billionaire Laila Moran!

Victor was indeed wealthy, but his assets were mostly non-liquid. Laila, on the other hand, was incredibly rich. Her every movie earned hundreds of millions, not to mention the powerful media group behind her.

Compared to the Moran Group, Victor's wealth was like a pebble tossed into a pond, causing ripples before disappearing without a trace.

As the police department scrambled to figure out how to provide an "explanation" to Laila, Victor returned home, seething with anger. He hadn't encountered a situation like this in years—a young and inexperienced person dared to confront him!

That's why he hates having anything to do with such stupid young people. Not only do they have little money in their pockets to earn for themselves, but they have not been tempered by society and have no idea what is most important in this society!

It is undoubtedly foolish to let a group of young people who have not worried about money realize the importance of money. Young people who just don't know the magic power of money in this country will not be afraid of him, let alone understand that he is in a position that they need to look up to!

If you change it to someone who has experienced society for several years, they will know the cruelty of society. Only in this way can they recognize the reality and understand that the poor have no right to yell at him!

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Sooner or later, I'll make that annoying girl understand the consequences of offending me!" The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He pounded the back of the couch with his fist.

After a while, he absentmindedly turned on the television and took out a cigar from an exquisite box on the table.

But before he could light it, he heard the word "Victor" coming from the television.

Victor was a common name in the United States, frequently appearing in books and movies. At first, he didn't pay much attention, but as he continued to hear the word "Victor" in the broadcast, he began to feel that something was amiss.

He raised his head and witnessed a sight he hadn't forgotten in decades.

"... I had a discussion with a Mr. Victor at the police station. He believed that I could exchange that coffee shop and several thousand dollars..."

He couldn't hear the rest, and he was left gaping, wide-eyed, and incredulous, staring at the girl who was speaking confidently in front of numerous microphones and reporters on the television.

This girl was as familiar to him as could be. Just half a minute ago, he was furious with her for her insolence. But what was happening now? Why was she standing in front of reporters, recounting everything that had happened just moments ago?

What were those two incompetent police officers doing? Didn't they know they had to keep her quiet before releasing her? Were they letting her talk recklessly outside the police station? Didn't they care about their own reputation?

What he didn't know was that it wasn't a matter of not caring; it was a matter of not being able to care. They couldn't help it! If they allowed Victor into the room, it meant they couldn't interfere anymore. They were now desperately trying to figure out how to cover up the situation.

"That's what the talented Hollywood director Laila Moran said just now in front of the police station. We will continue to bring follow-up developments to the audience."