Harassed by a jerk, defending herself yet still having to pay dical bills, Sophie Foster imdiately flared up, refusing to leave the police station under any circumstances, and certainly not agreeing to pay.
Titus Zane and Mia Foster wanted to help pay the dical bills, but she imdiately declared fiercely, she’d cut ties with anyone who paid!
Mia had no choice but to call Felix Shaw, and when a few n arrived at the police station, the on-duty officer was stunned.
Four n, all of them of significant social standing, none of whom could be offended lightly. Fortunately, they didn’t cause trouble—Titus Zane and Mia Foster left with their respective partners, and only after Nicholas Croft agreed to stand up for her did Sophie Foster agree to leave.
On the way back, thinking about the man’s insult, Sophie Foster was indignant and kept complaining that she was too lenient at the ti, wishing she had struck him hard enough to knock his teeth out, rendering him speechless.
Nicholas Croft remained silent, driving back to the villa, but the next day he personally took Sophie Foster to the hospital.
In the VIP ward, the man lay with bandages around his head, watching live streams of pretty girls. When Nicholas Croft walked in, the man froze but then unhappily demanded, "Who are you? How dare you barge into my ward!"
Nicholas Croft encircled Sophie Foster, standing in front of the man, a hint of a smile at the corners of his lips, "Who I am isn’t important; what’s important is that you harassed my woman."
The sleazy man might have so money, but he hadn’t reached the high ranks of T City’s elite. In front of Nicholas Croft, he was no more than a nouveau riche.
However, he was observant, quickly noticing Nicholas Croft’s unusual status just from his attire and deanor, and put his phone aside, ingratiatingly bowing, "Brother, it’s a misunderstanding, last night was all a misunderstanding, I drank too much and spoke without filter..."
"Misunderstanding, huh?" Nicholas Croft repeated with a smirk then turned to the enraged girl beside him asking, "Lara, how did he harass you last night?"
"He called a slut, ruined by n!"
"Where did he say that, where does he deserve a beating?" Nicholas Croft’s expression was calm as he pushed Sophie Foster forward, saying, "Lara, don’t be afraid, go demand payback now. You’ve got Uncle to back you up."
Already upset about paying dical bills, now with Nicholas Croft’s support, Sophie Foster stepped forward and slapped the sleazy man’s face emphatically; her palm hurt from the force of the slap.
The man was stunned by the sudden slap, clutching his aching face in confusion, "Big brother, I already apologized, why are you still..."
"Lara, is it enough?" Nicholas Croft ignored the man, his handso face cold as he looked at Sophie Foster. Sophie Foster flexed her wrist and gritted her teeth, saying, "Not enough, last night he was so arrogant!"
With that, she slapped him again—the sound echoed, nearly knocking the man into bed, supporting himself on his arms as he sat up, pitifully begging for rcy, "Brother... spare , I was ignorant and provoked your woman..."
"Good, co back." Nicholas Croft spoke up, and Sophie Foster obediently returned to his side, raising her chin proudly and huffing at the man. Nicholas Croft lowered his gaze, wrapping his long arm around her once more, staring at her proud little face and saying, "Lara, rember, with Uncle Nicholas supporting you, you can walk sideways in T City!"
eting Nicholas Croft’s serious gaze, Sophie Foster nodded with an "Hmm", and Nicholas Croft glanced coolly at the man in bed. Perhaps the nacing aura he emitted was too strong, as the man instinctively shielded his face with his hands, retreating slightly.
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