Next, Nina Sinclair and Sharon Lancaster stayed in the apartment on high alert the entire day.
Just waiting for Vincent Lancaster to make a move.
Originally, they thought Vincent would come up with some big strategy, but to their surprise, everything remained calm and peaceful, leaving them a bit doubtful about whether Vincent planned to do anything at all. Thɪs chapter is updated by NovᴇlFir(e).nᴇt
Nina Sinclair was full of doubts.
Logically, it’s unlikely Sierra Sinclair would just let this go.
What exactly do Sierra and Vincent want to do?
The day quickly passed.
The next day, after Julian Lancaster left for work, a drowsy Nina Sinclair was awakened by the sound of the doorbell, and she climbed out of bed with difficulty.
Perhaps it was someone Ethan Sherman had sent.
She had just opened the door when she saw two young men in uniform standing outside, waving a piece of paper in front of her.
"Nina Sinclair, you are suspected of intentional injury. We are here to arrest you."
Upon hearing this, Nina Sinclair instantly snapped out of her sleepiness.
Her eyes widened, it had finally come!
So this was Vincent Lancaster’s tactic, actually having someone come to arrest her.
After a brief moment of panic, Nina quickly calmed down; she wouldn’t resist as it was pointless.
Glancing at her short-sleeved pajamas, Nina said calmly, "Wait a moment, let me grab a coat."
"Please cooperate with our work!"
Nina sighed and had no choice but to obediently follow them out.
Veridia Suburban Detention Center.
In the empty room, there was only a solitary chair, and Nina Sinclair was sitting on it. They hadn’t confiscated her phone, which was somewhat of a privilege.
At this moment, she was calling Ethan Sherman for help.
The phone rang twice before it was quickly answered.
Before Ethan could speak, Nina spoke first, "Ethan, I’ve been arrested, come bail me out quickly. Also, did you arrange the lawyer I asked you to?"
"I can’t make it over..." Ethan’s voice carried an unprecedented helplessness.
Ethan’s tone was low, "My car broke down."
Nina frowned, saying, "How can all your cars be broken? Can’t you use another form of transportation? A taxi would work too."
Ethan sighed heavily, sounding even more helpless, and laughed bitterly, "I wish I could, but I would need the opportunity first."
Alright, Ethan probably wasn’t doing it on purpose, maybe something recently delayed the Sherman Family, preventing Ethan from coming, but sending the lawyer over would suffice.
She took a deep breath, restraining her impatience, "Then have the lawyer come first, come when you can, or you don’t have to come at all."
Ethan: "There’s no lawyer..."
Before he finished speaking, Nina realized the gravity of the situation.
Her expression turned serious as she interrupted Ethan, scolding, "Ethan! I’m not joking with you; I’m really locked up right now!"
"I don’t want this either!" Ethan said miserably, "I damn well wonder if I’ve exhausted eight lifetimes of bad luck today! First thing in the morning, my tire got punctured by a nail!!!"
"Later, when I switched cars, the tire broke again! After checking, it turned out someone maliciously scattered nails at my entrance. I figured I’d call a taxi, but then..."
"When I tried to hail a cab, no one would accept the fare, so I had to ride a shared bike for twenty kilometers to the airport, only to miss the flight!"
"And that’s not all!" Ethan wailed, continuing, "When I got to the airport, they said there was an issue with my passport, held me for hours of inspection, and later I got a call from the lawyer who had broken his leg and couldn’t come, telling me to hire someone else..."
Ethan vented his frustration while passionately cursing, and it did sound extremely unfortunate.
After listening, the corners of Nina’s mouth twitched, "Mr. Sherman, are you messing with me?"