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!”

one last push and slammed the door

the officer stared at the closed door. He let out a

director, but everyone knew it was his deep connections that kept him untouchable. He never

crossed Brannon didn’t just get a warning—he was stripped of his badge

as arrogant and heavy-handed as Brannon ever climbed higher up the ladder, everyone at the station knew their lives would turn

Her fingers absentmindedly fiddled with the lock on

click of the door locking reached her ears, making her

important. Then he glanced up at her with a sly, unpleasant smile. “You’ve got

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about me and more time

the papers onto the table with a loud