The police chief, after understanding the whole story, repeatedly apologized: "President Hawthorne, I’m sorry, this really was a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. Please rest assured, I will definitely give those few clueless kids a good talking to."
It was simply a joke, how could the heir of The Thorne Family innocently flirt with a girl in public?
It must be that girl who wanted to climb the social ladder and had ulterior motives towards Young Master Thorne, right?
Elias Hawthorne’s expression was indifferent: "Those officers were just enforcing the law impartially, they should be commended instead. The chief shouldn’t be too harsh on them."
The police chief nodded repeatedly, constantly flattering Elias Hawthorne, this legendary figure, in his speech.
Meanwhile, Quinn Thorne had already limped out with the guidance of other officers.
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Elias Hawthorne’s face immediately turned cold.
The police chief felt the cold aura from the person beside him, and his heart skipped a beat, shouting at his subordinates: "What on earth happened!"
The police officer felt wronged and explained: "We don’t know either, Young Master Thorne was already before he came to the police station."
Quinn Thorne, unwilling to make things difficult for the officers, said: "Boss, it’s not related to them, it’s Anya’s spicy temper."
Elias Hawthorne: "..."
Elias nodded towards the police chief: "Since it’s all a misunderstanding, we’ll take our leave now."
The police chief personally escorted them to the door, and after the black Maybach vanished into the night, he finally let out a long sigh of relief, realizing only then that his shirt was soaked through with sweat.
When Quinn Thorne took off his shoes, his toes were already severely swollen, and after an X-ray, it showed a slight fracture.
After the doctor treated Quinn Thorne’s foot injury, he gave a whole bunch of instructions and left some anti-inflammatory and pain relief medications before departing.
Elias Hawthorne paced over, mercilessly mocking: "Your temper is indeed very spicy."
First got him sent to the police station, then to the hospital.
Quinn Thorne was still delighted: "It’s just the way chili peppers are."
Elias Hawthorne could not help but snort coldly: "Looks like you’re just asking for trouble."
"Yeah, I just need Anya to trouble me," Quinn Thorne mumbled a bit, then hung his head and was silent for a while. When he lifted his head, his eyes were slightly red: "Boss, you might not know how thankful I am for Anya giving me trouble."
Only with this constant pain could he confirm that everything before was not a dream.
It wasn’t that he was too hopeless and so he wove a sweet dream for himself.
Really good, he likes this pain, the pain Anya gave him.
Elias Hawthorne looked at Quinn Thorne’s appearance with disdain: "Such ambition."
Quinn Thorne grinned widely, raising his hand to throw the painkillers into the trash.
Elias Hawthorne watched Quinn Thorne’s cheerful demeanor and couldn’t help but shake his head. Suddenly, he recalled the earlier scene at Raina North’s apartment where he saw Anya Forrest, and felt a bit heavy-hearted.
With Anya suddenly appearing, it probably wasn’t something good.
However, Elias Hawthorne ultimately said nothing.
Feelings are one’s own matter, hot or cold only they themselves know, others need not speak much.
In the deep night, a helicopter cut through the darkness, landing on the rooftop.
The cabin door opened.
Morgan Payne stepped out energetically, dressed in traditional Chinese attire.
Frances Lewis, who had been waiting respectfully for some time, immediately approached and bowed respectfully to the elder: "Master, it’s been a hard journey for you."
Morgan Payne said lightly: "This bit of distance is nothing to me. Take me back to my residence." Frances Lewis promptly agreed.