Chapter 155

"Miss Lowell, why do I sense a hint of schadenfreude in your tone?" Zachary Evans's voice came through the phone.

I bit my lip to suppress a laugh.

Wasn't it obvious?

"Mr. Evans, the priority now is to get Mr. Roscente released as soon as possible," I feigned urgency.

The sound of rustling clothes came from the other end. "I'm on my way."

After hanging up, I couldn't hold back my laughter. Just then, my ride arrived.

I had booked this car while still in Ethan's vehicle, ready to make my escape the moment the traffic police took him away.

Serves him right. Who told him to harass me all the time?

As for the tiramisu, Vivian had bought it three months ago. I never dared to eat it because of the alcohol content—it was probably expired by now.

But none of that mattered anymore.

Humming a tune, I slid into the car and headed home to sleep in high spirits.

......

Outside the police station, Ethan's expression was darker than storm clouds.

The police chief personally escorted him out, sweat beading on his forehead. "Mr. Roscente, safe travels. We welcome you next—"

He immediately regretted his words.

Ethan's gaze turned even frostier.

"Don't worry, Mr. Roscente. These two idiots will be severely disciplined!" The chief glared at the traffic officers.

The two officers shrank back, not daring to breathe too loudly.

They never imagined they'd pulled over the one person in New York no one dared to cross.

Ethan gave them a cold once-over before suddenly asking, "What's the penalty for filing a false police report?"

The officers stammered an explanation. Seeing his expression darken further, one added, "But the young lady didn’t technically file a false report. The tiramisu did test positive for alcohol..."

"Shut up!" The chief kicked him.

Ethan narrowed his eyes, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips.

"Mr. Roscente, how would you like to handle Miss Lowell?" Zachary asked cautiously.

It was the first time he'd seen anyone dare to mess with his boss like this.

Ethan motioned for a bodyguard and murmured instructions.

The bodyguard visibly hesitated.

"Problem?" Ethan's voice was glacial.

"None! It'll be done immediately!"

As the black sedan sped off, Zachary shuddered.

Angering the devil would be preferable to crossing Ethan.

Miss Lowell was in for a world of trouble.