Chapter 220 Call the Police
Diana stepped up and bent down a bit.
With a soft smile, she gave Caspian's cheek a light pat. The sound was sharp and clear.
She smirked, "So, it only counts as on purpose if you kill me?"
Caspian gulped, trying to look friendly. "We were just messing around, didn't mean to hit you. Look at my buddy's car; it's trashed."
"Really?" Diana put a hand on his shoulder and slowly walked around him.
Jett, who had been holding Caspian down, was also pushed aside by her.
The next second, Caspian felt a weight on his back.
He fell to the ground, barely catching himself with his elbows, letting out a short cry of pain.
Now, he was on all fours, with Diana sitting on his back like he was a human chair.
Caspian wanted to fight back, but Jett's cold snort stopped him in his tracks.
Thinking about it, at least it was a woman sitting on him. If it were Jett, he might be another person lying on the ground.
"Who told you to do this?" Diana grabbed a handful of Caspian's hair, making him lift his head.
"No one. We just wanted to have some fun." Caspian's face twisted in pain, making it hard to tell if he was lying or not.
Just as she was about to ask more questions, police cars with flashing lights showed up, along with an ambulance.
"Who called the cops?"
The police, expecting a nasty car crash, were stunned by the scene. Even the medics looked a bit lost.
For a moment, everything was eerily quiet.
Diana was the first to speak, pointing to a car in the distance. "There's an injured person in that car."
Hearing this, the medics rushed over with a stretcher.
They moved the injured into the ambulance.
But just as they were about to move the unconscious Jake, he suddenly woke up, startling the medics.
He looked dazed for a few seconds, but when he saw the police and Diana, he snapped back and yelled, "You bitch, how dare you hit me! Officer, arrest her now. She crashed into our car and attacked us."
Talking about the attack, he was still in pain, especially in his groin, making it hard to close his legs.
The police looked at Diana.
Honestly, Diana had an innocent face, way more pleasant than these two punks with colorful hair.
If she hadn't been sitting on Caspian like a chair in front of the cops, no one would have believed she was capable of violence.
"Miss, please stand up and cooperate with the investigation," the police said, frowning a bit.
Diana stood up and said calmly, "These three cut us off on purpose, scaring my driver."
"Bullshit! Our car is wrecked, and my friend is still lying there. Stop pretending! No one is leaving until I get an explanation!" Jake, clutching his legs, stood up with Caspian's help, glaring at Diana.
"There are surveillance cameras here. We just need to check the footage to know the truth." Compared to his outburst, Diana was much calmer.
The police frowned, looking between the two. Just as he was about to speak, Jake leaned in and whispered, "My uncle is Police Chief Wilmer Sherman."
The cop's face shifted a bit as he looked Jake up and down. "Are you... Jake?"
Seeing he was recognized, Jake nodded smugly. He wasn't bluffing earlier. Even with the cops here, he wasn't scared.
'This chick dares to kick me; soon, she'll be begging for my mercy!' he thought to himself.
"This woman hurt my friend and attacked us. Arrest her now."
The cop looked a bit helpless. He knew Jake, not because his family was rich, but because every time Jake got busted for drag racing, Wilmer would get him out.
Over time, everyone at the station knew who Jake was.
Diana was unlucky to run into such a troublemaker.
"Miss, please come with us."
Diana tilted her head, questioning, "You're taking me without any evidence?"
Jake sneered, "I told you not to mess with me. Regretting it now? If you and that guy next to you apologize, I might consider settling this privately."
"Who do you want to apologize?"
Before Diana could respond, a deep male voice came from behind.
She turned to see Charles, dressed in a black trench coat, standing coldly amidst the chaos.
Beside him, Nolan wore a stern expression. The two of them, like avenging angels, walked over to Diana.
The cop looked up, his tone serious, "Who are you? This is a crash scene; unauthorized personnel need to leave."
Jake also reacted, sizing up Charles before mocking, "Did you bring a couple of gigolos? Will that help?"
Charles ignored him, instead seriously checking Diana over. Once he was sure she was okay, he finally relaxed.
When the cars were cutting each other off, Jett had sent a message to Nolan.
Nolan, who was with Charles at the time, saw the message, and they both rushed to the crash scene.
It was quite a coincidence that Jake's arrogance was fully witnessed by Charles.
He pulled Diana behind him, his gaze dark and unreadable as he glared at Jake. "What did you just say?"
Maybe his aura was too strong, Jake suddenly felt less confident.
But remembering his uncle Wilmer, he shouted, "If you're deaf, go get treated!"
Seeing Diana hiding behind Charles, Jake's anger flared up again. He stepped forward, trying to drag her out.
"Weren't you acting tough just now, bitch? Now that your man is here, you're hiding? Hiding won't help!"
It wasn't that Diana wanted to hide, but Charles had her wrist in a firm grip, his broad back shielding her, making her look particularly small and pitiful.
She tried several times to break free from his grip but couldn't shake him off.
Instead, with a pull, she was drawn into his embrace.
Diana gasped softly, her nose hitting his hard muscles, causing pain.
Jake's hand was blocked by Charles, who then raised his leg and kicked him.
With a scream, Jake fell to the ground, clutching his waist and wailing in pain.
Diana tried to look up, but Charles pushed her back down.
She felt his chest vibrate slightly, and then heard his angry voice above her, "You messed with the wrong person."
Hearing this, Diana's heart skipped a beat. She thought, 'Charles is actually defending me?'
She pinched her arm, and it hurt!
Realizing she wasn't dreaming, Diana looked up at Charles's face.
Sensing her gaze, Charles also looked down. After a moment of eye contact, he whispered, "What is it?"
His voice was unexpectedly gentle, even to himself.
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