Chapter 575: Report Her!

Damien swiftly grabbed Joyce's slender ankle. Her gaze fell on his leather belt, then slowly moved lower. She pursed her lips. "Damien, why can't you be truthful?"

Damien, noting her seductive look, caressed her fair skin. Joyce quickly pulled away. "Damien, if you want to relive old dreams, I'm sorry. I'm not interested." She gathered her clothes to change.

Damien froze, realizing she'd been teasing him, deliberately flirting while rejecting him. More than twenty years later, she hadn't changed. He left calmly.

Outside, his private secretary asked, "Sir, where are we going?"

Damien's lips curled. "Call the police. Report a pornography operation at Elegant Garden—especially this room. The occupant is suspected of prostitution. A thorough interrogation is in order." He handed the secretary the wad of money Joyce had given him.

The secretary was stunned. He found it hard to believe anyone would offer Damien Robert money for… that. He quickly reported the incident.

Joyce, unaffected, changed and left. Damien's departure was preferable. She used men for amusement; if he'd pressed the issue, it would have been problematic. After all, she'd slept with him twenty years ago and had his child.

Now, Joyce aimed for a career. She'd run a school and a secret business handled by Derrick Domino. Recently, she'd finalized plans for a women's spa. Today's visit to Elegant Garden was for inspection; she'd even indulged in a massage. Olive had returned, and Joyce knew her daughter was capable of defeating the queen. Now, it was time to pursue her own goals.

Outside, a commotion erupted. Uniformed police officers arrived. "Don't move! Hands up!"

Joyce was shocked. The staff were already cornered, hands raised. Two officers approached, pointing at her. "You! Are you a guest in this room? Someone reported you as a prostitute."

"What? A prostitute?" Joyce was dumbfounded. She had many roles, but never a prostitute. "No, that's not true!"

An officer produced a wad of cash—Joyce's tip to Damien. "You were reported for prostitution. We have evidence. Come with us."

Joyce was taken from the Hibiscus building to a waiting police car. Across the road, a luxurious car sat under a streetlight. The rear window slid down, revealing Damien.

Rage consumed Joyce. He'd reported her for prostitution! Her eyes blazed at him, but he didn't even look. The car sped away.

This was her first brush with such harassment, and fury consumed her. Olive, called by a frantic Joyce, arrived at the police station with a lawyer, securing Joyce's release on bail.

"Mum, what happened?" Olive asked, aghast.

"Olive, your father did this! He sent me in!"

Olive shuddered. "Mummy, when you first met Dad, did you offer him money?"

"Olive, you misunderstand. I didn't want to sleep with him. He's so naive, seeking petty revenge!"

A lawyer approached. "Miss Brown?" he asked politely.

Joyce nodded.

"Mr. Robert has instructed me to sue you for rape twenty years ago."