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!”

of officers swarmed the wine cellar at his

with Summer. Our innocence will prevail. The police doesn’t have hard evidence on

that I would do everything in my power to prevent

owed it to Macy to support Summer as best as I could. My failure to

stay calm. No matter what happened, I would be there with her every step of the

Horace had pushed his way to the front of the

staff holding the key to the cellar glanced at Summer and me. Upon

heard an ear-splitting crash from within the cellar. It

could not diminish the impact of

the cellar door in preparation for combat. Horace pulled our staff aside and exchanged glances with his officers before kicking the

wall, revealing a cellar that reeked of

the doorstep at any moment. Meanwhile, crates that used to hold the wine

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