Chapter 1850

The guy thought Fiona hadn't recognized him, and just like that, he lit up with relief. He looked a lot more at ease, convinced that as long as no one figured out he was the guy from last night's livestream, everything would be fine.

"Hi, Ms. Fiona!" he greeted quickly. "I just thought this car looked amazing and wanted to take a few photos, that's all. No harm meant! If you don't want me taking pictures, I'll leave right now, really."

There's a saying "know when to bow out." He wasn't about to risk anything over this. The funny thing was, he was so nervous he slipped and called her "Ms. Fiona❞—which totally gave away that he knew exactly who she was.

"Nice try," Fiona chuckled, giving his shoulder a friendly tap. She shot him a sly grin. "Still livestreaming, huh?"

He nodded before he could stop himself, then caught himself and shook his head, looking so guilty it was almost entertaining.

Fiona and Jackson headed back into the police station, this time carrying a sleek black bag.

The guy, meanwhile, was still pretty pleased with himself, convinced Fiona hadn't noticed what he was up to. Even if she had, as long as she didn't call him out, he wasn't worried.

But his livestream chat was blowing up with panic-everyone was telling him to get out of there, to stop chasing drama and just save himself. He ignored them. He wanted a big scoop, something that could tear open the secrets of those wealthy, untouchable families. Why not? It's not like he had anything to lose.

After snapping dozens of pictures of the luxury car, he finally settled into a spot where he could watch and wait for something even juicier.

Inside, a police officer led Fiona and Jackson to a holding room. As expected, the rebellious teen's mom was already there.

Fiona smiled to herself. Looked like someone was about to step in-and she already knew a bit about the girl's family.

"Mom, please get me out of here! I can't stay, I just can't!" the girl @ sobbed into the phone. "Last night they beat me up, pulled my hair, kicked me everywhere-I'm bruised allover, it hurts so much!"

In reality, her injuries were from the fight last night, when Fiona had landed a few solid kicks. But the girl wasn't about to drag her family into it, so she lied without missing a beat.

Her mother's face was twisted with worry, seeing her once-pampered daughter in this state.

"My poor baby," she cried, hugging her phone tightly. "I'm calling your uncle right now. There's no way I'm letting you stay here another second."

She spun around and nearly bumped into the guard bringing Fiona and Jackson in. Her eyes narrowed when she saw them.

"Mom, that's them! That's Jackson and Fiona!" the girl yelled into the phone, but the female officer quickly pulled her back to her chair.

Fiona waved and offered the girl a bright, almost teasing smile.

"Excuse me." Fiona slid into the chair the woman had just left, taking the phone from her. She spoke into the receiver, her tone light. "W what do you know? We meet again."

"Like I care! I'm not talking to you!" the girl snapped, trying to hang up.

But just as she was about to press the button, Fiona's voice stopped her.

"You sure you don't want out of here?"

Fiona smiled knowingly. As she expected, the girl froze, her hand trembling as she slowly brought the phone back to her ear and listened in silence.