The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 938:

The officer standing nearby noticed him freeze and spoke up. “Mr. Stevens, everything all right?”

Brannon snapped out of it, cleared his throat loudly, and said with a smug edge, “You’re not needed here. Get out.”

“But…” The officer hesitated, then added, “Sir, this isn’t exactly by the book.”

“You think I need a lesson from you on how to handle a suspect? Rules bend when they need to!” Brannon’s voice sharpened as he grabbed the officer’s collar and shoved him back. “This one’s not just any suspect. I’ll handle her myself. Now get out!”

“But—” the officer started, trying to speak up.

Brannon didn’t let him finish. “Why are you running your mouth so much? Arion’s not here. That makes me the boss!”

officer one last push and slammed the door shut

officer stared at the closed door. He let out a slow sigh, already used to this

was his deep connections that kept

last officer who crossed Brannon didn’t just get a warning—he was

as Brannon ever climbed higher up the ladder, everyone at the station knew their lives would turn into a

leg crossed over the other. Her fingers absentmindedly fiddled with the lock

her ears, making her brow

important. Then he glanced up at her with a sly, unpleasant smile. “You’ve got some real fight in you for someone

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you should spend less time worrying about me

said. He tossed the papers onto the table with a loud slap, and then strolled around