CHAPTER 123: DO WE NOT DESERVE JUSTICE?

At the sight of it, the officer in charge frowned.

He thought, This is a tricky case.

Although the bodyguards threatened the students first, but it was one of the students who struck the first blow.

This Yvonne girl did nothing wrong by telling them not to be afraid, but her words, in a sense, did sort of incited their hatred.

Though she did that to protect the Eva girl, she couldn’t be deemed blameless, considering the severity of the fight which disrupted social order.

Still, it’s true that this Lydia woman went too far.

"Well, given the circumstances of the fight, we suggest the two sides get reconciled with each other."

"Get reconciled?"

On hearing it, Lydia insensibly huffed, "What would I do that?

"She slapped my face twice. Can’t you see it?"

Yvonne sneered and looked at her, making no remark.

The police officer said, "Miss Evans, Though you got slapped across the face, it was all because you slapped her face first, so we suggest you reconcile yourself with her."

Annoyed, Lydia chuckled, "Never once have I seen anything like this in Zoravia. "You want me to get reconciled with her, right? All right. Just you wait." Then Lydia made a phone call.

The policemen felt that this Lydia woman was really troublesome, that the students, by comparison, was much more sensible.

Also ill disposed towards Lydia, they thought, You showed up with your men unbidden at their party and surrounded them, and you even slapped the girl’s face for no reason, and yet you have the nerve to talk about upholding your rights?

Are you soft in the head?

But at that moment, a police officer received a phone call.

"Hello? Yeah, that did happen."

"What?"

The police officer said, "But it was the woman who struck the first blow...

But-"

At the sight of the incredulous look on the police officer’s face, Yvonne had a foreboding feeling.

Eventually, the policemen could do nothing about it.

"Okay, then..."

After hanging up, the one who answered the call said awkwardly,

"Well, I’m afraid Miss Taylor has to stay for further investigation."

He was greeted by Lydia’s smirk.

Yvonne stared at Lydia disdainfully as though the latter were a piece of garbage.

"See? They’re not gonna help you. Now you know who you’ve messed with, I supposed?"

The policemen were also rather indignant. They all knew that Yvonne wasn’t the one to blame, but their superior wanted them to stay out of it.

Looking at the face of Yvonne who was angry but could do nothing, Lydia curled her hair and said cockily, "It’s very important to have a realistic grasp of your own strengths and weaknesses. Don’t think that just because you’re young and studying in a good school, you get to mess with people far stronger than you. Ants will always be ants. They can never move a tree."

Her words infuriated everyone present.

But most of them did not dare utter a word.

A policeman also wanted to reprimand her, but was stopped by his colleague.

His colleague gave the policeman a wink, as if to say,

"You don’t wanna mess with this woman."

Yvonne’s long lashes concealed her inscrutable eyes, in which there seemed to be flames blazing, flames of fury and hunger for justice.

Secretly holding the Record button, Yvonne said blandly,

"Miss Evans, does it strike you that ordinary people do not deserve fairness or justice?"

Lydia sneered condescendingly, "Fairness and justice? That’s always supposed to be a privilege of rich people like me. As for people like you, you really think you’re worthy of it?"

"I see."

Satisfied, Yvonne pressed the End button and lifted her cellphone in the presence of everybody.

"We all heard what this woman just said. This is what the so-called rich people and their justice are like.

I’ll post all the remarks you just made online right now! I’d like to see if everybody else in this world is blind, and if righteous people have died out!"

...

On hearing Yvonne threaten to post the tape online, Lydia went berserk. "You bitch! You... How dare you record that?!"

Having been pampered since her childhood, Lydia, naturally, was no match for Yvonne, who had grown up fighting with Zoila, and who had intrigued against Yeliz after getting married.

Panic-stricken, she promptly rushed over to snatch Yvonne’s phone. "Don’t you dare post that online!"

Yvonne easily shrugged her off and logged onto Twitter.

"Let the whole nation see how we ordinary people are oppressed, and then the inaction of each and every one of you here today will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history!"

The policemen became somewhat flustered.

"Well... Miss Taylor, it’s not that we’re turning a blind eye to it. It’s just... It’s just that this is indeed a civil dispute, and we’re supposed to suggest reconciliation between the two sides."

"That’s right. You’re still a student. If a tape like that is posted online, it’ll be very detrimental to your future..."

Lydia made no more remarks. After being pushing aside, she made another attempt to snatch the cellphone.

"I said you’re not allowed to post that! Can you not hear me?!"

Post it online?

How could she let that happen?

It came to the public’s knowledge that she had said those words, she was guaranteed to be criticized by all the netizens.

"Who are you to tell me what not to do? Ha ha, I wonder what your fianc would think of you after the public come to know what the so-called fiance of President Brown is like."

Yvonne had finished editing the tweet and was ready to press the Post button.

Lydia really got anxious. If it came to Nicholas Brown’s knowledge that she had come to this city to make trouble for Eva, he would never marry her and might even kill her.

Also, if those words of hers went public, her career would come to an end.

And she would have to live with her tail between her legs for the rest of her life.

She grabbed something on the desk beside her and attempted to knock Yvonne’s phone off her hand.

On the surface she was aiming at Yvonne’s phone, but in fact her target was Yvonne herself.

At that time, Yvonne was focused on posting the tweet and thus failed to notice the big thing coming at her.

The police had not expected that this Lydia woman would be so unruly either.

It had never crossed their minds that she would dare do such a thing in the presence of so many people!

When the others caught on and tried to stop it, it was too late. It seemed to happen in slow motion. They watched helplessly as the heavy object was swung at Yvonne, whose head would break and start bleeding the next second.

A hand shot out just in time to stop it.

The first thing she saw was the sleeve of a familiar suit jacket.

The man seemed very particular about his clothes, and Lydia, who was fussy about garment as well, naturally could tell at a glance that the man was no common person.

Zachary had gone to the bar to pick up Yvonne, but had failed to find her there. It had been after making some inquiries that he had come to know about the ins and outs of the incident, that she had been brought to a police station.

He came to the police station and was greeted with such a scene.

Lydia was holding something like a desk lamp, metal and heavy.

The blow might give Yvonne a concussion had Lydia hit her target.

The man’s face was alarmingly sepulchral.

"Even if Nicholas Brown himself were here right now, he wouldn’t dare hurt so much as a hair of my wife’s head. How dare you do that?

"Your father has worked hard for most of his life to earn some money. You’re really gonna work against me and have the fruit of his lifetime’s work go to waste?"

Everybody else present gasped at Zachary’s words.

Compared with common families, the Evans family was super-rich, but Zachary disdained it in such a blatant manner. Even the onlookers felt rather embarrassed.

...

Though unable to recognize Yvonne, Lydia knew how famous Zachary was.

When she caught on to who the man standing opposite her was, her whole body gave a violent shudder.

Leinster...

In the whole country, there was only one Leinster family that was powerful and

wealthy...

Even Lydia’s lips started to tremble.

The more wealthier a local was, the better they knew what the name Zachary Leinster meant.

"You’re... Zachary Leinster?"

"You’ve heard of the names Zachary Leinster and Yvonne Taylor, I suppose?"

Lydia had long since heard that Zachary Leinster had married an 18-year-old woman. Though their marriage had not been registered yet, it was common knowledge that Yvonne was Zachary’s wife.

Domineering as Lydia was, she came to realize that she had messed with someone she was not supposed to mess with.

"I... didn’t know she was your wife.

But it’s not your wife that I have in my cross hairs. It’s another woman... This is a private matter between Nicholas and me."

Zachary sneered, "As far as I know, Mr. Brown was never in a relationship. He’s highly dedicated to managing his company. There have never been any rumors about him getting engaged, let alone getting married,"

Zachary said, looking at Lydia’s hand.

"If you’re his fiance, how come you don’t even have an engagement ring?"

Lydia’s face paled visibly.

"W-We don’t need any engagement rings. We’ll have wedding rings when we get married!"

Zachary smiled grimly.

"You seriously expect me to believe that Mr. Brown, a confirmed high roller, would stint on a ring for the woman he loves?"

His words were a knife through Lydia’s heart.

Indeed, Nicholas Brown had never said anything about marrying her.

In fact, he had barely ever shown her any affection.

"No matter what, everybody in Zoravia knows I’m his future wife. Eva Loraine is nothing compared to me!"

Zachary smiled, "I don’t know if you’re his future wife or not, but Mr. Brown has indeed doted on Eva for many years. Since she was a child, actually."

Yvonne was astounded by their words.

She had never heard of Nicholas Brown before.

Though having known Eva for such a long time, she had no knowledge whatsoever of any of those private affairs of hers.

How come Zachary knew so much about it?

Eva’s face was now very cold. "Lydia, this is between us. Leave the others out of it!"

Lydia laughed, "Okay. Since you also think this is between us, stay here for the investigation. Let the police know how much evil you’ve committed these years!"

Eva bit her lip hard.

Naturally, she had never done anything scandalous, but if word got out tomorrow morning about her being put into custody for questioning over something like that, she would be completely disgraced.

And the whole music industry would declare her persona non grata.

The sound of someone clapping was heard.

There were three claps.

It was Yvonne who clapped. Her face still bore welts, but her smile was very charming.

"Hailey is good at scapegoating people, whereas Miss Evans excels at bullying the weak.

Even if you want to reconcile with me now, I would not grant your wish! You slapped my face for no reason. Ouch, it still hurts so bad. Someday I’ll become a superstar, which means my face is worth millions of dollars! You’ve caused me to lose millions of dollars, and that’s a large sum of money! Why don’t you stay and face the interrogation with me? Come on. Let’s harm each other!"

You’ve caused me to lose millions of dollars, and that’s a large sum of money!

Why don’t you stay and face the interrogation with me?

Come on. Let’s harm each other!"

The policemen were rendered speechless, and they wondered if her face was really worth that much.

Lydia thought speechlessly, "This woman’s such a stupid bitch." But because of the presence of Zachary, she had no choice but to swallow it.

"You see, Miss Taylor, I’m Nicholas Brown’s future wife, and there will be cooperation

between my future husband and your husband. Why would we make enemies of each other when we could be friends?"