When There Is Nothing Left But Love (Ashton And Scarlett)

Horace scoffed at my firm statement and said sarcastically, “Mrs. Fuller, that’s rather bold of you to threaten someone in front of the police. Did you forget about the oaths you took when you became a lawyer?”

Threaten someone? I guess he’s right.

I had no qualms about “threatening” people if it meant protecting Summer.

With a smile that did not quite reach my eyes, I replied stiffly, “Whatever you say, sir. I’m sure it would be difficult for any mother to stay calm when her daughter is in trouble. So sue me.”

I paused and turned toward the reporters. “Though, if memory serves me right, you can’t open a case without the victim’s agreement. Would any of you like to pursue this matter?”

The silence that greeted me was deafening.

Realizing that he had lost this round, Horace waved his hand in a dismissive gesture and said impatiently, “Forget it. I’m not going to waste time on useless chitchat. Rich people like you always think that you’re better than everyone else, but I believe everyone is equal before the law. You better start praying that your walls don’t crumble under our investigation. All I need is a little piece of evidence to send you to prison for the rest of your life!”

With that, he roared, “Raid this place!”

the

no way I could stop their advance. Oh well. At worst, I’ll drop by the police station with Summer. Our innocence will prevail. The police doesn’t have hard evidence on Summer’s direct involvement in smuggling luxury wines. They can only

myself that I would do everything in my power to

best as I could. My failure to be there for Macy

the door to the cellar, I patted Summer’s hand comfortingly, silently telling her to stay calm. No matter what happened, I would be there with

it.” Unsurprisingly, Horace had pushed his way

Summer and me. Upon our nods, he inserted

we heard an ear-splitting crash from within

and the cellar could not diminish the

whipped out the guns from their holsters almost simultaneously, training their barrels on the cellar door in preparation for combat. Horace pulled our staff aside

slammed heavily into the wall, revealing a cellar that

any moment. Meanwhile, crates that used to hold the wine bottles lay scattered around the room in

all, his trousers half-soaked in wine. His blazer was missing, leaving him in a white shirt and a loosened tie hanging