Chapter 369 Unable to Bail
After a one-sided scuffle, Dione scoffed and gave Desmond a disdainful look. "Didn't think you'd be such a pushover."
Desmond's face bore the marks of Dione's slaps and scratches, and his suit was a mess.
Despite his initial urge to slap her back, he hadn't dared to retaliate.
Annoyingly, Dione's arm was now sore from the effort.
"Had enough, Ms. Saunders?" Desmond asked, his head hanging low, his voice muffled.
Dione crossed her arms lazily. "What if I haven't? You gonna come back tomorrow for another round?"
She intended to mock him, but Desmond didn't respond.
Instead, he raised his hand and slapped himself hard.
The sudden movement startled Dione, making her step back with wide eyes.
But Desmond's slap wasn't aimed at her; it landed on his face. "Consider this payback, Ms. Saunders. Hope you won't hold my earlier actions against me."
Dione watched in amazement as Desmond's face swelled up instantly.
Before she could make a snide remark, Desmond turned and walked away.
"Wait!" Dione called out after he had taken a few steps.
By the time she reached the restaurant's front desk, Desmond had already left.
She was about to chase after him when the waiter stopped her.
"Miss, your bill hasn't been settled yet."
The waiter seemed a bit embarrassed, having missed the chance to stop Desmond, so he had to ask Dione instead.
Frowning, Dione pulled out a card from her purse and handed it over.
She hadn't expected Desmond to leave without paying. Those slaps were too lenient on him.
After paying the bill, Dione went outside, but Desmond was long gone.
She stomped her foot in frustration and cursed under her breath when her phone rang.
It was her father, asking how things went with Desmond.
Knowing her father's temper, she realized that if she said things didn't go well, he would immediately set her up with someone else.
Dione wasn't in the mood for dating, and although she felt nothing for Desmond, she casually replied, "It went pretty well. We need more time to see if we're compatible."
Desmond, coming from a small town, would be easy to control.
After today's incident, he probably wouldn't dare to cross her again!
After hanging up, Dione sent Desmond a text.
Meanwhile, Desmond was driving home.
He had rented a place for Clara, but she hadn't moved in, so he had left his dorm to live there himself.
However, he wasn't heading home to rest but to change and freshen up before seeing Clara.
After changing, he noticed the marks on his face were very visible, making him hesitate.
Would Clara be upset if she saw him like this?
As he pondered, his phone rang.
It was Dylan.
"Dylan? What's up?"
Dylan sounded like he was on the move. "Did you go see Clara? I just got off work and I'm heading over now!"
Dylan's heavy breathing indicated his urgency.
Desmond felt a pang of guilt. "Dylan? You haven't seen Clara yet?"
He suddenly remembered that when Dylan had called earlier, there was a lot of background noise, and he hadn't caught everything Dylan said.
He had assumed Dylan had gone to the police station first.
That was why, when Gabriel asked him to choose between Brynn and Dione for a date, he had set aside his worries about Clara and went out with Dione.
But now, Dylan was saying he had just gotten off work?
Could it be that Clara had been alone at the police station all this time, with no one to check on her?
The thought filled Desmond with guilt and panic.
Dylan quickly realized the situation and demanded, "Why didn't you go see Clara? I told you to go first!"
He had been swamped at the hospital and couldn't leave until his shift ended.
What had Desmond been doing?
"Dylan, I'm heading there right now."
"I'll go myself! Don't bother!" Dylan snapped and hung up.
Both men rushed to the police station, arriving at the same time.
It was already 10 PM. One looked visibly exhausted, while the other wore a mask and sunglasses, looking quite ridiculous.
The masked and sunglasses-wearing one was Desmond, trying to hide the marks on his face.
They exchanged glances, and Desmond politely greeted, "Hey, Dylan," but Dylan ignored him.
Inside the station, they explained their purpose. The officer on duty pulled up Clara's record and asked, "Why didn't you come earlier?"
Clara had been brought in at noon, and her family had been notified, but no one showed up until now.
Both men gave awkward smiles and asked how they could bail her out.
"No bail."
The officer had reviewed Clara's case. It wasn't severe, but it wasn't minor either, especially since she had crossed Ethan. The case had been specifically flagged by Colin, so they couldn't just release her.
Both Desmond and Dylan were stunned.
"How can there be no bail? Officer, you must be mistaken. Clara didn't do anything serious!"
Even if she had, it wasn't severe enough to deny bail!
"I said no bail, and I mean it. Do you want to see her or not? If not, leave!"
"Yes!" they both said in unison.
The officer then leisurely led them to the holding cell where Clara was.
Clara sat inside, hugging her knees, her head buried, looking utterly dejected.
She had thought that once she contacted Lucas, he would quickly get in touch with Dylan, who would come to see her. But she had waited all afternoon.
As time dragged on, she began to doubt herself. Could it be that Lucas and Dylan had decided to abandon her?
The thought filled her with resentment.
Suddenly, she heard someone calling her name. She looked up, surprised, and saw Dylan.
"Dylan?" Clara moved closer to the bars, her face lighting up.
Dylan, seeing her worn-out state, felt a pang of sorrow. "It's me! Clara, you've been through a lot."
Clara reached out and grabbed Dylan's hand. "Dylan, please get me out of here. I don't want to stay here any longer."
Before Dylan could respond, Desmond spoke up, "Clara, don't worry. We'll find a way to get you out!"
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