CHAPTER 34: CHAPTER 34: NATALIE VAUGHN PULLS OFF ZANE THORNE’S CLOTHES

Director Doyle saw him deliberately cracking jokes, and his face turned dark. But Damian Quinn had been like this since he joined the police station, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Don’t worry about today’s case, you’ve been busy with it for days, take a leave and rest."

Damian Quinn continued to toy with his pen.

"Director Doyle, for me, handling minor cases is already a kind of rest."

Quentin Donovan, hearing this, rolled up his sleeves, glaring at him angrily.

"Damian Quinn, you’re really just opposing me on purpose."

Damian Quinn...

Natalie Vaughn finally remembered who the captain in front of her was.

Damian Quinn, Phoebe Quinn, Damian and Yana, wasn’t he Yana’s rebellious older brother? She recalled that back in the day, Damian Quinn had a huge fallout with his family, insisting on going to police school, even if it meant severing ties with them. It was also because of Damian Quinn that Phoebe had to join the company to help.

In recent years, because of Phoebe, Damian Quinn’s relationship with the Quinn family had improved quite a bit. It was said he’d even gone back for the New Year the past two years.

Natalie Vaughn hadn’t met Damian Quinn many times, only when she was little, so it was quite normal not to recognize him at first glance.

Damian Quinn tossed the pen onto the table, a smile in his eyes.

"How am I opposing you? This is my job."

Quentin Donovan was infuriated.

In the past, whenever someone got into trouble and ended up at the station, they’d encounter Damian Quinn, that pesky plague.

Director Doyle noticed things weren’t going well and hurriedly pushed Damian Quinn out.

Damian Quinn, true to his name, had a wild nature that not even a police uniform could suppress.

But as long as Damian Quinn was in the station, he had to follow Director Doyle’s arrangements. After all, he was a good cop.

Natalie Vaughn watched with some curiosity.

Damian Quinn’s roguish nature was different from Zane Thorne’s.

Zane Thorne always had a lazy look in his eyes, yet those deep eyes on his face exuded indifference and contempt. That carelessness gave birth to his unruly and rogue nature.

But Damian Quinn?

His unruly nature was in his bones.

She didn’t understand why Damian Quinn had fallen out with his family to attend police school, a place full of rules and restrictions.

Before leaving, Damian Quinn looked at Zane Thorne and asked.

"Long time no see."

Zane Thorne lifted his gaze to meet his, paused for a moment, and nodded.

"Is he doing okay?"

Damian Quinn was rebellious by nature, but the faith he held when in uniform was deeply rooted. The case back then was not significant, but he had just joined the station when it happened, leaving a deep impression.

He still remembered Zane Thorne’s bloodshot eyes back then, the undisguisable anger, and the collapse following that anger.

Zane Thorne looked deeply at Damian Quinn, his dark eyes heavy with emotion. He lowered his eyes and turned to look at Quentin Donovan.

"Give me a cigarette."

Quentin Donovan looked at Zane Thorne, then at Damian Quinn, and took out a cigarette.

"What kind of secret code are you two using?"

Zane Thorne didn’t answer, just lit the cigarette and took a deep drag, while Damian Quinn’s roguish smile lessened a bit, and he left.

Natalie Vaughn, like Quentin Donovan, was confused.

How did Zane Thorne know Damian Quinn? And who was the person they were referring to? Her? Or him? From Zane Thorne’s reaction, did it imply that person wasn’t in a great state? Could it be the person in Altara?

Natalie Vaughn contemplated for a while, realizing Zane Thorne’s reluctance to speak meant the past was too painful for him. No one would willingly expose their scars in front of others.

Suddenly, Natalie Vaughn wasn’t too sure anymore. Was it a mistake to impulsively ask Zane Thorne to take her as a passenger in his race car?

Quentin Donovan’s cigarette didn’t smell as good as Zane Thorne’s. Natalie Vaughn was choked and frowned.

She suddenly wanted to try the taste of a cigarette too.

After leaving the police station, Quentin Donovan looked at the two of them.

"Shall I drive you back?"

Natalie Vaughn stayed silent and looked up at Zane Thorne.

Quentin Donovan wasn’t used to his cigarettes either, only puffing once before extinguishing it as soon as he left, extinguishing the heaviness in his eyes too.

Natalie Vaughn thought Zane Thorne seemed good at hiding his emotions.

Zane Thorne lifted his gaze towards Natalie Vaughn and saw the concern in her beautiful eyes. This was the first time; previously those eyes only showed curiosity or probing.

"Take us to the night snack stall."

His car was still parked over there.

Quentin Donovan understood.

Tsk, in the middle of the night, these two still wanted to cultivate feelings. He certainly couldn’t play the part of the third wheel.

Once Quentin Donovan dropped them off at the snack stall, he looked at the mess and couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

"Did you guys fight this fiercely?"

After saying this, he held up Natalie Vaughn’s hand to inspect it carefully. It was this action that reminded Natalie Vaughn of Zane Thorne using his arm to shield her from a club.

Frowning, Natalie Vaughn pursed her lips, walked over to Zane Thorne, and silently reached to strip his clothes off.

Zane Thorne raised an eyebrow and looked at her with amusement, while Quentin Donovan was shocked.

"Natalie Vaughn! I’m still here! What are you doing in public? Don’t you know how to be reserved as a young lady?"

With that, Quentin Donovan stepped up to pull the two of them apart, holding onto Natalie Vaughn’s arms.

He was about to scold a bit more when he saw Natalie Vaughn’s unkind eyes.

"Let go."

"Let go so you can strip Zane Thorne’s clothes? No way."

Natalie Vaughn didn’t struggle, looking up at Zane Thorne.

"He took a hit for me."

Quentin Donovan’s grip loosened a bit.

"Really?"

Natalie Vaughn finally looked at him.

"Yes, an iron rod. He might be half-disabled now."

Quentin Donovan released her and looked at Zane Thorne, stepping up to strip him.

Zane Thorne frowned and stepped back, pushing his hands away.

"Why the hell are you making such a fuss?"

Quentin Donovan realized his actions were too...much.

He put his hands on his hips, and with his tongue against his cheek, said stubbornly.

"So only Nina can strip your clothes?"

Zane Thorne’s brows furrowed, his disdain obvious.

"She’s my future wife, wouldn’t let her, let you?"

Quentin Donovan:...

Well said, he couldn’t argue with that.

Hearing this, Natalie Vaughn stepped forward again to strip Zane Thorne’s clothes, but he dodged once more.

Zane Thorne smirked, squinting his eyes, completely unconcerned.

"It’s nothing."

Natalie Vaughn didn’t believe him. That iron rod was big, those burly men’s strength wasn’t small either. How could it be nothing? Was he made of steel? She continued approaching him, insisting on stripping him.

Zane Thorne was too tired to keep dodging, he grabbed Natalie Vaughn, capturing both of her hands with one of his.

Natalie Vaughn tried to struggle but found his strength terrifyingly great, she dared not continued. One, she feared hurting Zane Thorne’s arm, two, it was futile.

"Just let me see, and I’ll believe you."

Zane Thorne clicked his tongue.

"Why are you so stubborn?"

Natalie Vaughn curved her mouth.

"Seeing is believing. You’re putting in effort to hold me back, might as well let me take a look. If there’s really nothing, I won’t force you to go to the hospital."

Saying so, Natalie Vaughn, in this posture, barely reached Zane Thorne’s arm, and using her thumb and forefinger, gently pinched.