My Pretty Sweetheart novel Chapter 1848

After looking at him for two seconds, I was convinced that I never had any interactions with this person before.

"Are you this man's lawyer?" The voice was easy to recognize. It was the police officer who called me. "Why the tardiness?"

"There was a delay," I answered with a smile. "May I ask what offence has my client committed?"

"It's assault." The policeman looked at the inspection form in his hand, and he was a little impatient as he spoke, "He hit a man in the morning, and the crowd called the police. The assaulter and the victim didn't know each other at all. When they asked him why he hit the victim, he just said, 'I just felt like it.' Do you think he respects the law?"

The more furious the police were, the more resigned I would become.

It was obvious that Cyril was bad news. He was simple- minded though physically, he was well-developed. Thus, brute force was his go- to in most situations. I had never liked such people. As his lawyer, I guessed I had been lumped into the same category by the police and was loathed by

them.

Since I had already made my way here, I could only help him for the sake of peace. I didn't want to be bombarded by phone calls endlessly.

After regulating my mood, I spoke to the police politely, "Pardon me, could I have a word with my client?"

These are legitimate rights. The police nodded and let me in.

Cyril had already gotten up and walked to the iron fence the moment I stood at the door. A proud, urging smile plastered across his face.

"Miss Reid, you finally came. Please bail me out. It's boring staying here," he said with a cheeky smile.

I stopped about half a meter away and crossed my arms in front of my chest. I looked at the man with a sly glance.