CHAPTER 6: CHAPTER 6: ASKING SILAS SHEFFIELD FOR HELP

Clara Sterling tidied up the last table, getting ready to leave work.

The boss, Samuel Adler, stumbled drunkenly toward her.

"Sterling, why don’t you join me for a drive after work?" Samuel grinned lecherously, eyeing Clara up and down.

"Boss, I’ve finished tidying up." Clara removed her apron, "I’m leaving now."

Samuel reached out to grab Clara, the stench of alcohol making her feel nauseous.

"Sterling, you’re so pretty. If you come with me, I’ll give you $8000 monthly, and you won’t have to work part-time anymore, how’s that?"

Clara dodged to the side, "Boss, please respect yourself."

"Don’t be mad about me scolding you last time you took leave." Samuel was reeking of alcohol, staring fixedly at Clara, "My wife was beside me, so I had to talk like that."

Clara placed the apron she had removed to the side, "I’m off work, I’m leaving."

"Hey, don’t go, I’m talking to you." Samuel reached out again to grab Clara.

Clara ignored him, heading straight for the store’s entrance.

Samuel became furious, his expression instantly turning vicious.

"Stop pretending to be all high and mighty in front of me." Samuel cursed, "It’s your luck that I fancy you. You’re just a poor student, it’s already generous someone wants to support you, and you’re putting on airs."

The old man grabbed Clara’s wrist, his other hand reaching towards her chest.

Clara was terrified, blocking his hand, "If you continue, I’m calling the police!"

"You can call the police after I feel good!" Samuel’s face was lewd, his eyes filled with desire.

The man lunged at her like a hungry wolf.

Samuel had planned this; the store’s other two male employees had already left work. He intentionally gave Clara extra tasks, making her leave twenty minutes later than usual.

Everyone else had gone.

Only Samuel and Clara were left.

Samuel wasn’t actually drunk, he used alcohol to bolster his courage. He had been coveting Clara for a long time.

If his wife didn’t manage him strictly, he would have made a move long ago.

His wife had recently returned to her parents’ home and wouldn’t come to the shop in the next few days.

Samuel drank alcohol deliberately tonight, hoping to make something happen.

He had observed Clara for a long time, knowing she desperately needed money, having no influence or power at home, just a single mother.

He had planned to tempt her with money. If money didn’t work, he’d resort to force.

Anyway, he had a relative working at the station. Even if she reported him, he could settle it.

Samuel wore a wicked grin, pouncing on her ferociously.

Clara ran a few steps before being yanked back by him.

Samuel reached out to tear Clara’s clothes.

He was about to succeed.

"Bang!" A dull sound rang out.

Immediately followed by the man’s ghostly wail.

The beer bottle in Clara’s hand shattered, the jagged edges stained with blood.

"Damn whore, you dare smash me!" Samuel’s eyes reddened, blood flowing from his forehead.

Half an hour later.

At the police station.

Samuel had bandages wrapped around his head, obediently cooperating with the police in making a record.

Clara, apprehensive, clutched the hem of her clothes, answering all the police’s questions.

"I worked part-time at his barbecue shop."

"For almost two years."

"Everything was normal before, I don’t know why he suddenly acted this way today."

"We are just in a boss-employee relationship, we never contact privately, nor have I implied anything to him, I really need money, working part-time is just to earn money."

"He suddenly said out of the blue today he wanted to support me, I refused him, and he suddenly made a move. Officer, I should be acting in self-defense, right?"

The officer looked up at her, "Currently, it’s just a record; specifics about recognition will depend on our investigation to ascertain the facts."

Clara bit her lower lip, her moist eyes filled with unease.

A while later, someone came in and whispered something in the officer’s ear.

The officer raised his eyes again to glance at Clara, his gaze seemed a bit sympathetic.

A police officer said to her, "You should wait outside for a moment."

"Okay." Clara felt a vague sense of unease.

The way that officer looked at her was very strange.

Clara sat on the chair outside for a short while before two officers came out to inform her she deliberately injured someone and would be detained.

Clara’s eyes widened suddenly, "How did it come to this? He was trying to molest me, I was defending!"

"Do you have evidence that he was trying to molest you?" One officer coldly asked.

"I..." Clara pondered for a moment, "The store has surveillance, you can check it."

She had just finished speaking when she noticed Samuel grinning sinisterly not far away.

A tightness gripped her heart.

Had the surveillance been tampered with?

Sure enough, the next second, the police said, "We already checked the store surveillance. It’s damaged, and there’s no evidence proving he intended to molest you."

"You can find someone to bail you out, pay the bail money, and you can leave."

Clara hesitantly asked, "How much is the bail?"

The police gave her a number.

Clara’s mind went blank, frozen in place.

Where could she get that much money?

Suddenly, she remembered someone.

Isaac Sutton.

Didn’t his friends say he was the Sutton Family’s young master?

His family is wealthy; maybe he can help.

Clara pulled out Isaac Sutton’s number and dialed it.

He should be sleeping at this time.

The call connected, but no one answered for a long time.

It was the same when she tried again.

It must be on silent mode.

Out of options, Clara had to muster the courage to dial another number.

...

Silas Sheffield was awakened by the phone ringing.

He’s usually very busy, often receiving important calls, so he doesn’t mute his phone.

Even when asleep, it’s the same.

Silas answered the call, initially confused and somewhat disoriented.

Upon hearing what the person on the phone said, he instantly came to full alertness, his sleepiness vanished.

Hanging up, Silas glanced at the time.

Five in the morning.

He immediately got up, changed his clothes, and hurried to the police station.

By the time Silas arrived at the station, Clara had already completed her statement.

As soon as he entered, he saw the girl sitting haggardly in the corner, her hair disheveled.

Something pricked Silas’s heart slightly.

He steadied himself and approached, his voice as cold and clear as ever, "How are you?"

"Silas..." Clara looked up to meet Silas’s gaze, her face pale.

Her voice trembled, "I... he was the one who made a move first, he tried to assault me, I smashed him with a bottle to resist... the police said they’ll detain me..."

Silas’s expression turned sternly cold, "Don’t worry, I’ll first understand the situation."

Silas started talking to the police.

Clara listened for a while, then, biting her lip, lowered her gaze, staring at her toes.

She had really run out of options, which is why she called Silas.