Chapter 187: Oh My Gosh

Chapter 187: Chapter 187: Oh My Gosh

Robert Sullivan and Matthew Sullivan hurried out to help her into the office.

Nicole Prescott didn’t yell at Chief Sullivan, but silently shed tears, which made everyone’s head ache.

The two officers hesitated when they saw the scene.

"Chief Sullivan..." Their inquiring looks wondered if they could mention this in front of so many people.

"Speak." Robert Sullivan nodded.

"Chief, the person our Miss Prescott hit... the person who hit Miss Prescott, we’ve already interrogated her. She’s a very well-known female celebrity." The officer spoke quickly.

"Name." Robert Sullivan asked, uninterested, sitting down in his leather chair.

"Renee Morgan." He replied.

"..."

"Renee... Renee who?" The short guy behind Matthew Sullivan couldn’t believe it.

"Renee Morgan." He repeated.

"No way... There must be a mix-up. Maybe it’s a namesake! Renee Morgan is so pretty, it absolutely can’t be her. I’d recognize her instantly if it were." The short guy insisted again and again.

Nicole Prescott was still burning with anger. When she heard Renee Morgan’s name, she shouted, "I want her in jail!"

"..."

The scene was chaotic again. The two officers had to walk up to the desk and show Chief Sullivan the statement.

But Chief Sullivan pushed it away: "Send her away."

"Send... send where?" The officer thought he misheard.

Chief Sullivan spit out coldly: "Detention!"

Detention center.

When a prisoner is taken in for criminal detention, they’re usually held temporarily at the police station. But once they’re sent to the detention center, it’s not so easy to get out. It takes multiple procedures—even the trial can be one to three months away.

The officer wanted to slam the statement on Chief Sullivan’s head and raised his voice: "No way, Chief, this is going to blow up big time!"

Chief Sullivan was startled, almost falling out of his leather chair. Realizing he nearly embarrassed himself, he glared angrily at him.

Before he could start cursing, the other officer hurriedly said, "Chief, we can’t lay a hand on Renee Morgan—at least not without evidence. Unless there’s solid proof she’s guilty, we absolutely can’t touch her."

"You’re afraid she’ll cause a scene? Just get her public account shut down, won’t that do it?" Robert Sullivan’s tone was dark.

Nicole Prescott spoke up: "Don’t worry, after today, she’ll never have a chance to show her face in public again."

The officer slammed the statement onto the desk: "She’s not someone we can touch!"

Robert Sullivan thought he was being dramatic, but still picked up the piece of paper the officer had shoved at him several times.

When he saw the District J leader’s name, his whole body went limp and he slumped into the chair.

"What’s wrong?" Matthew Sullivan went up to look at the sheet.

But Robert Sullivan gripped it faster, quickly stood up, and rushed to the door, speaking to the two officers: "Hurry up, let her go, this never happened—don’t let a word get out! And... apologize to Miss Morgan! It was all a misunderstanding—it’s a misunderstanding!"

Matthew Sullivan grabbed the officer lagging behind. She was a regular in Chief Sullivan’s office, and everyone in the bureau knew her.

"Miss Sullivan..." The officer was anxious, shooting an impatient look at Matthew Sullivan.

"Renee Morgan has someone powerful behind her?" Matthew frowned, her expression full of disdain. Female stars using their looks to climb up was a common thing.

Renee Morgan had a backer?

It seemed like she didn’t, but also maybe she had more than just a backer...

The officer knew he shouldn’t say more, but couldn’t help blurting out, "Her backer is the entire country."

A nationally protected person should not be treated like this.

Having said that, he hurried away.

Matthew Sullivan froze, and the others looked just as baffled.

Nicole Prescott was seething—all her life as the darling, the only apple of the Prescott Family’s eye, she’s never had to hide her emotions. Everyone always catered to her.

Wyatt Prescott had just gone out to meet the Prescott Family.

Nicole Prescott didn’t scream any more, just squatted on the bench, digging her nails hard into the wood again and again until her nail beds bled.

When Matthew and the others noticed, they quickly held her down and had someone call Wyatt to rush back.

Timothy Prescott got out of the car and saw Wyatt waiting at the door; his anger was about to explode: "How could something like this happen now? Your brother’s returning from his trip today. If he finds out about this..."

"Alright, alright, our daughter’s hurt and you’re still blaming her." Mrs. Prescott dabbed tears from her eyes, pulled Wyatt and said, "How could you leave your sister alone? Where is she? Hurry and take us in—my precious girl must be in so much pain... Sob..."

Wyatt Prescott felt on the verge of collapse, but had no choice but to lead the way—only to see a car pull up as he turned.

Timothy Prescott and his wife also froze, thinking the car looked familiar. When Jamie Ford got out, they were overjoyed.

"Mayor Ford, it’s you! Thank you so much for helping with my daughter today..." Timothy stepped up, ready to shake Jamie’s hand.

But Jamie didn’t extend his hand, just adjusted his clothes and looked at Ben Ford behind him.

Ben Ford smartly stepped in front of Jamie, blocking Timothy’s way.

The smile on Timothy’s face froze.

Mrs. Prescott and Wyatt exchanged glances, suspicion flickering in their eyes.

The way Jamie Ford and Ben Ford acted was far too aloof, making the Prescotts look like they were shamelessly forcing themselves on them.

Of course, most Maridia City businessmen did just that, but the Prescotts were different.

Timothy Prescott awkwardly lowered his outstretched arm and took two steps back, about to pull out his phone to call his elder son, when he saw Jamie Ford bend over and personally open the car door on the other side.

The Prescott Family was stunned again—Jamie Ford’s status in Maridia City meant he never acted like this for anyone.

Timothy told Wyatt to call Levi. He put away his phone and walked toward them.

The news of Ethan Sterling’s arrival in Maridia had gotten around. Anyone with any connections had seen the photo.

A strikingly young man in a green military uniform, cap on his head, a piercing gaze fixed ahead, the kind of medal on his chest that they’d never even get close to their entire lives. And that’s not even mentioning his background...

Levi Prescott was away on business, so it’d been Timothy personally handling anything related to Ethan Sterling. Now, seeing that face in front of him, he thought he must be seeing things. The man he’d worked so hard to meet, impossible to approach—here in front of him?

Timothy suddenly understood. So that’s why Jamie Ford was acting like this today—turns out he wanted to latch onto Ethan Sterling himself, afraid Timothy would ruin his chances!

Timothy Prescott quickly squeezed to the front, enthusiastically extending his hand to Ethan Sterling: "Oh my, is this Chief Sterling?"