Chapter 550: Irving’s Hiding Place
Phones may look the same, but Hayley’s phone was anything but ordinary. Unlike a regular screen, hers was pitch black, save for an endless stream of code scrolling rapidly across it. Only two blank spaces remained in the center—slots to enter a username and password. What kind of software looks this futuristic?
The officer quickly dismissed his curiosity, thinking it was just some new game. He didn’t give it another thought.
Meanwhile, Mira had quietly stepped aside. Taking advantage of the brief moment when no one was watching, she sent a quick message to Benjamin: ‘Alpha City Police Station!’ No extra explanation was needed between smart people.
At that moment, Benjamin was en route to a location suspected to be Irving’s hiding place. The second he saw Mira’s message, he immediately understood that they were in trouble. He quickly turned the car around and sped toward the city.
Catching Irving was important, but not as important as ensuring Hayley’s safety.
Hayley’s POV:
City Police Station. The once noisy police station fell into an unusual silence the moment we were brought inside. Mira didn’t waste her breath on a meaningless conversation. Instead, she showed the investigating officer a video from her phone.
The officer watched, his expression unreadable, then leaned back with an unimpressed sigh. “Yeah, I’ve seen this. If you’re planning to use it as evidence for harassment, I’m afraid you’re wasting your time.”
“So?” I wasn’t surprised in the slightest. His dismissive tone only confirmed what I had already suspected.
The officer’s lips curled into a knowing smirk. “So, if you insist on pursuing this, you might find yourself facing a defamation lawsuit instead. And if that happens, you’ll have a permanent record. That’s not something to take lightly.”
I got it now. He was one of Jonah’s men. His veiled threat barely fazed me. I leaned back in my chair calmly, wanting to continue the game even more. “What if there’s another video that proves I was harassed?” I asked.
His smirk deepened, laced with contempt. “But I don’t see it. No one else sees it either.” I was just an easy-to-bully Omega for him.
Then, as if playing the role of a just and reasonable officer, he offered a solution. “But since the guy did say something inappropriate, he should at least apologize properly, don’t you think? How about this, let the manager say sorry, and we’ll call it even?” His tone suggested that I should feel grateful for the offer.
The officer shot a glance at the manager, a silent cue. Realizing he was off the hook, the manager grinned smugly. With an exaggerated sigh, he turned to me and muttered, “I’m sorry, Miss.” His half-hearted attitude made it clear that he wasn’t offering an apology; he was mocking me.
Hearing this pathetic excuse, the officer clapped his hands together. “Alright, that’s settled. You’re all free to go.”
“Wait!” I dropped my casual demeanor and said solemnly, “I don’t recall saying this was over.”
Bullies remain bullies unless they face real consequences. Did they think they could brush us off so easily? If it weren’t for the fact that revealing my true identity right now would be inconvenient, I would’ve let Hera teach them a lesson they’d never forget.
The officer had already turned to leave, but he froze mid-step at my words. “And what exactly do you want?” His brows furrowed as he glared at me.
Before I could get a word out, Hera surged with excitement inside me. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Benjamin stride toward me.
“Well, you can discuss this with my fiancée’s lawyer,” Benjamin said smoothly. He exuded a powerful Alpha aura, and his sharp gaze fixed on the police officer. After saying that, he lowered himself slightly, his piercing gaze softening as he gently took my hand in his. “Are you okay?” he asked, worry etched on his face.
I shook my head and said suspiciously, “Why are you here?”
Benjamin smiled bitterly, “If I don’t, my fiancée will be bullied like this.”
The officer, who had been visibly rattled by Benjamin’s presence, snapped out of his daze when his phone rang. He fumbled for his phone and glanced at the screen. That was a call from his superior. A nervous cough escaped his lips as he stepped aside to take the call. Lowering his voice, he asked respectfully, “Sir, is there something you need?”
“Let me ask you: Is there a woman named Hayley Carson there? Whatever you do, don’t offend her!”
The officer’s spine went rigid, and he hurriedly asked, “Sir, who exactly is she?”