My Bossy CEO Husband

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The car soon pulled up to the police station, its imposing structure standing starkly against the night sky.

An officer who had taken the captains call met them at the entrance.

With a nod, he guided them towards the mediation room.

As they approached the room, the sounds of a heated argument leaked through the closed door.

You little punk, how dare you act so bravely! You will regret it! Really? Rosalynn from the Moreno family and Brian from the Hughes Group are connected to me.

You think you can challenge them? You are bluffing! You, a mere nobody, are claiming connections with them, huh? I do not buy it! Brian stopped the officer from opening the door and turned to Rosalynn.

Rosalynns brow furrowed as she listened to Dilans statement.

You dont believe me? Why else would I have dared to beat up your son? Its because Ive got their backing! Even if I beat your son to death today, Id walk out of here without a scratch! Rosalynns eyebrows drew together in bewilderment.

How could Dilan be so brazen? Even though his earlier actions had been commendable, his current attitude was alarmingly self-satisfied, as if he feared nothing.

She exchanged a worried glance with Brian, who, his lips pressed into a thin Line, gestured for the officer to open the door.

Inside the room, Davies erupted with rage, his face twisted in anger as he hurled accusations at Dilan.

The officer, caught in the middle, was failing miserably at calming him down.

Dilan, sporting fresh bruises, sat with an air of icy detachment, as though he were above the commotion.

Beside him, a young woman sat quietly.novelbin

Rosalynns eyes widened in recognition.

Zoe Gilbert? Rosalyn, youre here, Zoe said, standing up abruptly.

Her voice was polite but edged with nervousness.

The realization struck Rosalynn sharply.

The female server who had been molested by Davies son was Zoe, and Dilan had intervened.