Only the Argent family could have done this for Clarissa.

Alaricka shut her eyes tightly, her face paling. She knew she meant nothing to the Argent family, but she never imagined they would act so brazenly.

A female officer suddenly held her hand. “Ms. Huston, what’s wrong? Your hands are shaking so much.”

Alaricka shook her head, dazed. “I need to find someone. Wait for me a moment.”

When she left the police station, Alaricka called Kieran. Only Kieran could handle such matters so quickly. Only him.

No one answered for a long time, so long that Alaricka nearly lost patience. Just as she was about to hang up, the call was answered, but it was Kieran’s assistant.

“Ms. Huston, Mr. Argent is in a meeting and can’t take the call. Can I take a message?”

Right after he spoke, Roschelle’s voice came through. “Kier, I’m coming in.”

Alaricka scoffed. “This is what you call a meeting?”

The assistant was silent for a moment. “Mr. Argent asked not to be disturbed. I can’t help it.”

Alaricka didn’t want to argue with him. “Pass the phone to Kieran. I need to talk to him.”

The assistant fell silent, probably covering the phone to check with Kieran. After a rustle of fabric, Kieran’s deep voice came through. “What is it?”

Alaricka said, “Did you make Ivan transfer schools?”

Kieran’s tone turned colder. “Are you feeling sorry for him?”

It was him.

Alaricka clenched her fists tightly. “Kieran, are you out of your mind? He’s just a student, a student!”

Kieran suddenly sneered. “Alaricka, don’t go too far.”

“Don’t go too far?” Alaricka closed her eyes, her heart aching. “I’ll say the same words to you.”

There was another rustle on the line, and then Roschelle’s voice came through.

“Alaricka, I know girls your age can be impulsive, but you can’t do things that harm your body and reputation. You can wait until graduation. Kier did that for your own good.”

If Roschelle’s voice hadn’t carried a hint of provocation and gloating, Alaricka might have believed the lies.

She said nothing more and hung up. Though Ivan was transferring schools, it had only been half a day, and his family couldn’t move so fast. Alaricka got his address from a teacher and hurried to his home.

Halfway there, her taxi was cut off by an ordinary-looking van. Alaricka stared at it, and an uneasy feeling crept up her spine. The area was quiet with few people and few cars. That van had been tailing them for a while.

The taxi driver rolled down the window and yelled, “Who the hell parks in the middle of the road?” But before he could finish, three men in black suits stepped out of the van. The driver instantly shut up.

Alaricka slumped back in her seat. One of the bodyguards looked familiar. He worked for Wallace. The moment Alaricka saw him, she knew this matter would never be followed up, at least not now.

The driver was shaking in his seat. She unbuckled, placed some cash on the center console, and said calmly, “This has nothing to do with you. I’m getting out.”

As soon as she stepped out, the bodyguards approached. Their heads were lowered, but their tone was sharp. “Ms. Huston, Mr. Argent would like you to return.”

She walked straight to their car and got in.

At the Argent’s villa.

“I heard what Clarissa did. You’ve been wronged,” Wallace said. He didn’t look sorry at all. He seemed to calmly assign a task. “You’re hurt, right? Go to my hospital. I’ll get the best doctors for you.”