Chapter 228 Wanted Criminal
Alexander was suspected of conning over a dozen women, ranging from their forties and fifties to girls under twenty.
The total amount defrauded was five million dollars.
If Isaiah really called the police, Alexander's identity as a wanted criminal would definitely be exposed the moment they arrived.
He'd likely spend the rest of his life in prison.
Thinking of this, Alexander shuddered, "Isaiah, you gotta believe me, I'm not a fraud!"
"Not a fraud? Then show me your Mercedes and Range Rover to prove it!" Isaiah said coldly. Seeing Alexander's expression, she was now almost certain that this guy was a fraud.
Coincidentally, a police officer was patrolling nearby, with a police car parked on the side of the road.
"Officer! I need to report something!" Isaiah suddenly shouted.
"What's going on?" The officer walked over, hearing the commotion.
He was just a patrol officer in the area, taking a stroll after dinner.
"Here stands a fraud! He cheated me of money!" Isaiah pointed at Alexander.
"Fraud?" The officer's gaze fell on Alexander. "Sir, please show me your driving license."
"Mr. Johnson, no matter what, you've been living off me for the past few days, costing me about four thousand dollars. You told me you were the owner of a large company! If you were really rich, I don't believe you can't afford that amount!" Isaiah said expressionlessly.
At this moment, hearing the officer ask for his driving license, Alexander's face turned pale, sweat dripping from his forehead. He hesitated to take out his driving license.
Once he handed over his driving license, the officer's equipment would reveal all his information, and he wouldn't be able to escape.
"Hurry up and show me your driving license!" The officer barked.
Seeing Alexander's changing expression, the officer immediately sensed something was wrong.
"Okay, okay." Alexander reluctantly took out his wallet, pulled out his driving license, and handed it to the officer.
He was now hoping that the officer didn't have a device to check his information on the spot.
However, his hope was quickly dashed.
The officer pulled a black device from his pocket and scanned Alexander's driving license.
"Wanted fugitive!" The device immediately displayed a warning.
"Fuck!" Alexander's eyes widened, and he turned to run.
The officer finally reacted, shouting, "Stop! Don't run!"
He immediately gave chase, but he was a bit slow. Alexander had already run about 20 feet away and was getting farther.
At this moment, Noah's eyes flashed. He picked up a disposable fork from the table and flicked it forward with his left hand.
The fork sliced through the air with a whooshing sound, like a bullet, and hit Alexander's left calf.
The fork embedded itself deeply into Alexander's calf. In an instant, blood flew out, quickly staining his entire leg red.
Alexander stumbled and fell to the ground, clutching his calf and screaming in pain.
The officer ran up to Alexander, looking at the fork stuck in his calf, his face filled with shock.
This young man had thrown a fork from such a distance and managed to embed it in Alexander's calf with such force! It was as powerful as a bullet!
The officer then turned his gaze back to Alexander, shouting, "Crouch down! Hands on your head!"
Alexander's face twisted in pain, his leg throbbing, and he could only crouch down with his hands on his head.
Cold handcuffs clicked onto Alexander's wrists.
The officer hauled Alexander up and walked over to Noah, smiling, "You've got some skills! Thanks to you, I caught this fugitive. Otherwise, he might have gotten away!"
"It was nothing," Noah said calmly.
"A fugitive?" Isaiah's mouth dropped open in disbelief as she looked at Alexander. She hadn't expected him to be a wanted criminal.
"Yes, he's an A-level fugitive, suspected of fraud. There are over a dozen victims, all women, and the amount involved is over a million dollars," the officer said, looking at the information on his device.
"Ma'am, if you hadn't reported him in time, who knows when we would have caught this fugitive." The officer chuckled, clearly in a good mood.
Taking a stroll after dinner and catching a fugitive on patrol was a big deal. This achievement would greatly help his future career.
"Ma'am, could you leave your phone number? We might need you as a witness for the record when we process this case," the officer added.
"Of course." Isaiah gave the officer her phone number.
"Great!" The officer noted down the number and then looked at Noah. "Sir, you also deserve credit for catching this fugitive. Once the case is closed, we'll give you a reward."
"Thank you," Noah said with a faint smile.
"It's the least we can do. There aren't many people willing to help out like this. Alright, I need to take this fugitive back to the station."
The officer escorted Alexander to the police car and left the scene.
Watching Alexander leave, Isaiah let out a long breath, still feeling a bit shaken.
If it weren't for Noah's warning, she might have really fallen for it.
"Noah, thank you so much," Isaiah said in a low voice, looking at Noah with gratitude.
"It's nothing, I just gave you a heads-up," Noah said calmly. Although he didn't have much affection for Isaiah, he couldn't help but feel a bit sympathetic seeing her about to be scammed.
He had only given a warning; whether she understood it or not was up to her.
"No, you did do me a big favor. You saved me from a huge loss." Isaiah was still full of gratitude. She glanced at Noah's car, her eyes flashing.
The next moment, she leaned forward, wrapping her left arm around Noah's, her face rubbing against his arm.
Isaiah's tone was alluring. "Noah, is that Mercedes really yours?"
Seeing this, Grace and Charlotte were stunned. Isaiah was being way too forward!
Just a moment ago, she was cold and mocking towards Noah, but now she was suddenly acting all sweet and clinging to his arm!
The change was so drastic that they couldn't react.
"Shameless slut! Is this how you flirt with a guy? Any normal man would find it hard to resist a woman being so forward! And Isaiah isn't bad-looking either. Can Mr. Anderson resist this?" Grace gritted her teeth. She had a good impression of Noah.
But she couldn't bring herself to be as forward as Isaiah.
At that moment, Grace felt like something that should have been hers was being taken away, which made her very unhappy.
"What are you doing?" Noah was taken aback, looking at Isaiah, not quite understanding what was happening.
"Is that Mercedes really yours?" Isaiah shook Noah's arm, asking again.
"It's mine. Can you let go of my arm now?" Noah frowned slightly.
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