Chapter 19
Under the night rain, he stood holding an umbrella, his expression cold and distant as he asked quietly:
“Rachel, are you planning to handle this on your own again?”
Seeing it was him, Rachel felt a wave of relief wash over her-then everything went black.
The next morning, Rachel woke to find Nicolas sitting beside her bed, reading through some documents.
“You’re awake?” Nicolas closed the file. “How are you feeling?”
Rachel remembered last night and her face went pale. “Quincy…”
“Already handled,” Nicolas said matter-of-factly. “He won’t be bothering you again.”
Rachel breathed a sigh of relief, then pressed him. “He seemed pretty connected though. How did you deal with him?”
Yesterday at the station, even the cops were on his side. She had to be careful.
Nicolas looked at her like she’d just said something hilarious. “Connected? He’s just a two-bit wannabe.”
“But how did you handle it?” Rachel was genuinely curious.now.
In all the novels she’d read, people like Nicolas-the real power players-they usually used…
“Called the police.” Nicolas’s response was completely emotionless.
“Huh?”
Rachel stared at him, confused.
Wasn’t there supposed to be some epic power struggle? Winner takes all?
Nicolas seemed to read her mind. “We’re law-abiding citizens here. Quincy’s got multiple sexual assault charges on his record. With everything stacked up, he’s looking at serious time.”
Rachel almost laughed despite everything. Guess she’d been overthinking it.
“How did you know I was in trouble?” she asked.
Nicolas stood and walked to the window. “I told you. You’re mine.”
Rachel frowned. “I don’t understand…”
“Miss Leroix, your arrest yesterday is trending all over social media. The whole city knows about it. Not exactly hard for the boss to find out…” His assistant couldn’t take it anymore and spoke up.
The second he finished talking, he felt a death glare boring into him.
He looked up to see Nicolas staring daggers at him.
The assistant ducked his head and was about to make his escape when his phone rang. His face went serious. “Sir, the Leroix family is here.”
Chapter 19
Nicolas patted Rachel’s hand gently. “Don’t worry. I called them.”
The hospital room door swung open. Rachel quickly put some distance between herself and Nicolas as Arthur and Joanne
walked in.
Seeing Nicolas, both of them froze.
“Mr. Rothschild?” Arthur forced a smile. “What brings you here?”
“Found someone on the side of the road last night. Turns out it was Miss Leroix.” His tone was completely neutral.
Joanne looked stunned, then burst into tears and rushed toward Rachel. “Oh honey,
such a monster!”
so sorry! I had no idea Quincy was
Rachel calmly pulled her hand away. She was so sick of Joanne’s fake maternal act.
Seeing the cold reception, Joanne felt even more wounded and cried harder, just apologizing
Over and over.
“I’d think the Leroix family would keep better track of their daughter. Can’t have her wandering the streets at night-makes the family look bad.”
Nicolas’s voice wasn’t loud, but it carried serious weight. Joanne nodded frantically in agreement.
“Mr. Leroix is a lawyer, right?” Nicolas lazily lifted his eyes to Arthur.
Arthur went rigid under his stare, then heard him continue, “Perfect. You can handle this case then. I’m sure you won’t let your sister down.”
