Chapter 185: It’s Over

Chapter 185: Chapter 185: It’s Over

With Renee Morgan being yanked by her, she had just barely found her footing before losing balance and falling to the side, her heel unsteady, her entire back crashing down, the pain forcing her to let out a muffled groan.

Nicole Prescott was holding onto Renee’s arm, and ended up falling with her. Renee hit the ground on her back, while Nicole went down hard on her knees with a loud ’thud’, ending up kneeling.

"Ah!" When had Miss Prescott ever suffered pain like this? The outer room of the bathroom echoed her wailing, agonized screams.

"Nicole..." Nicole’s companion rushed out after her, and seeing the scene before her, her face instantly drained of color. She hurriedly called Ben Ford.

Ben Ford dared not leave arbitrarily. He summoned Wyatt Prescott and a few friends to come over.

Renee Morgan was gasping in pain, pushing herself off the floor to stand. Nicole’s friend thought she was about to bolt, quickly pointed a finger at her and said sharply, "You can’t leave until this is resolved."

Renee Morgan rolled her eyes to the ceiling and snapped back without missing a beat, "She bumped into me, dragged me down and made me fall—how are you planning to settle this?"

Melody Sullivan snorted coldly, "Who hit whom, why don’t we just go to the police station and find out?"

Is that a threat?

Before Renee could speak, several men rushed in at the door, and upon seeing Nicole kneeling on the floor, hurried forward to help her up.

"Ah! Don’t touch me!" Nicole seemed triggered, refusing to get up from the floor, clutching her head, yelling and crying, her face full of wronged tears.

Wyatt Prescott’s head pounded, but luckily he left for dinner today wearing a suit. He quickly took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around Nicole’s waist down.

Nicole wasn’t grateful at all, flung the jacket away, shouting, "I said don’t touch me, it hurts..."

She held onto her knees, sobbing bitterly.

Wyatt Prescott’s headache intensified, but he still had to explain to his friends, "My sister has delicate skin, she’s been scared of pain since little. I’ll call a doctor to come."

Matthew Sullivan nodded repeatedly, "I’ve already called the police. My dad will come in person."

The crowd saw the impressive group and realized they weren’t ordinary people. Hearing what Matthew said, their faces all turned as if a disaster was about to befall Renee Morgan.

Robert Sullivan arrived quickly; hearing Nicole was injured, he didn’t bother to ask more and ordered someone to take Renee back.

Warren received Renee’s call while still at the office. Renee only told her there had been a bit of an incident, and if any bogus reports went online, ignore them for now—she’d sort it out when she was out.

When Warren heard Renee might end up in the station, she could no longer sit still. After getting the address, she didn’t even bother to drive, rented an electric scooter and sped over.

She arrived almost at the same time as the police.

When she realized this was all because of Nicole and had escalated so badly, she knew it was over.

Renee and Warren barely had a chance to utter a word before being surrounded and taken from the mall, up into the police car.

Renee was wearing heavy makeup; for the moment, no one recognized her, but such things don’t stay hidden. Once at the station, everything would come out.

Warren was frantic, quickly digging up the number President Warren had left her last time.

After arranging with President Warren to meet somewhere, Warren chased after them, asking which branch of the station they’d gone to.

It had been more than ten minutes since Renee left her seat. The waiter kept bringing dishes, but Ethan Sterling wasn’t in a hurry to eat, patiently waiting.

Jamie Ford brought a few colleagues over; through the glass at the entrance, they instantly recognized him.

Ethan Sterling looked at the sudden influx of people at his table, took a deep breath, and helplessly glanced at the empty seat across from him.

If Renee hadn’t been so impulsive today, he wouldn’t be... making such a spectacle.

The wait was definitely getting long. Ethan grabbed his phone and dialed Renee. Hearing that her phone was off, his brows instantly knit together.

He got up. Jamie Ford and his group quickly stepped aside. Seeing him head out, they all followed suit.

By the time Ethan went searching, the bathroom was already back to normal.

He asked the cleaning staff who lingered nearby; they had no idea what had happened, only that police from the station had shown up.

As Ethan turned, several girls standing nearby called out to him.

"I heard one girl knocked another down, hurt her knee. The one who got hit was pretty—supposedly the Prescott heiress. Even the chief came in person," one of the girls said fluently.

"Are you looking for... that woman who knocked someone?" another girl, her big eyes fixed tightly on him.

"Yeah."

"Well, you’d better not go. When the police took her away, I was right there. Heard people say, hitting the Prescott heiress isn’t a small matter. Might get convicted. That heiress couldn’t even walk—they had to carry her out," the girl said with a sigh.

Ethan Sterling: "..."

Jamie Ford and Ben Ford, father and son, along with their secretary and colleagues, followed Ethan, and as these girls talked, they kept winking, glaring, and dropping their faces, trying to signal them to not gossip.

But these girls were barely in their twenties, holding bubble tea, all focused intently on Ethan’s face. They didn’t spare even a glance—and certainly not a side-eye—for the Fords.

Hearing that Ethan’s friend had been taken away for hitting Nicole Prescott, their faces all turned pale in shock.

Ben Ford pulled out his phone and called Matthew Sullivan.

As soon as the call connected, Ben said urgently, "Don’t do anything for now, my dad and I are coming right away."

This bunch are used to speaking in front of outsiders, always leaving half unsaid.

Matthew Sullivan looked at the call and pushed open the chief’s office door: "Dad, Ben and Ford are here."

Robert Sullivan frowned, "Who told them?"

Matthew Sullivan: "We all planned a dinner together today, so went out to eat. Ben was there too. As for Ford, he must’ve been summoned by Ben."

The Prescott Family’s status in Maridia City is far beyond ordinary. It’s only natural the Ford Family would care this much.

"Take them for questioning. Make sure you get solid evidence before Mayor Ford gets here," Robert Sullivan instructed directly after the others came in.

Matthew Sullivan knew his dad wanted to do the Prescott Family a favor before Mayor Ford arrived, so he didn’t bother reminding Ben about the ’don’t do anything for now’ part.

President Warren’s office was nearby, so he showed up quickly.

After Warren got in the car, she briefly explained the situation.

They all said Renee had knocked someone down; Nicole’s knee hit the ground and got injured. Several private doctors came to check her out; the station’s chief came personally and took Renee away.

President Warren didn’t even need to think to see what was going on. Nicole’s been spoiled since she was a child—even a little fall would have her screaming for half an hour, an entire room of nannies would come apologize, kneel, and take turns cajoling her before she’d settle down.

President Warren had once visited the Prescott Family and saw it with his own eyes, wishing he could go up and teach her a lesson himself.