A Replacement Bride

Chapter 8

Hence, when Katherine deliberately led these people to a remote place, one of the yellow-haired gangsters could not help but jump out and come forward with a face full of lust.

"Babe, where are you going?"

"Stop with the pretenses. Who asked you to follow me? What do you want to do? Just tell me directly."

Katherine raised her eyes to look at him, her gaze cold. "Answer me. What methods will you be using to make me do as you say?" Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

The gangster was speechless.

He had only just said a sentence! Everyone present was a little overwhelmed, especially the yellow- haired gangster who hesitated for a while and did not know what to say.

Katherine looked at the time; she had more important things to do. "Are you going to take turns, or are you all going to come up to me together?"

The gangsters had been hooligans for so many years, and this was the first time they met someone who wanted them to act together…

"Hey, what do you mean? Who are you looking down on?" The yellow-haired gangster couldn't hold back anymore.

Feeling insulted, he added, "I tell you, if I really act on it, I'll—Ah!"

A scream made the birds in the trees in the park fly away wildly, and then more screams came one after another.

Ten minutes later, police appeared.

At that time, Katherine had already fought half of these people.

The moment these gangsters saw the police, it was as if they had seen their saviors. They immediately cried for help.

The tragic situation of the thugs attracted a lot of onlookers. Katherine packed her backpack and was brought to the police car.

In the interrogation room, Katherine sat quietly on the chair.

"What's the matter?" the police asked.

"They wanted to molest me," she said lightly. She glanced at the four or five people who were squatting in the corner, and those people suddenly complained aloud.

"Sir, do you think we're able to molest her?"

The police looked at Katherine, who was spotless, and then looked at the punks with smashed noses and swollen faces, then could not help frowning.

"What's going on with all the muddy looks?"

Katherine shrugged and answered crisply, "This kind of scum is only worthy of being used as farmyard manure."

"Look at her, sir! This woman is simply a lunatic—"

"Shut up and be quiet!"

The several people who were reprimanded shouted, "If we are guilty, let the law punish us! Don't let this woman free ever again!"

The staff who were recording the interrogation were disgusted by the punks' snot and tears.

On the contrary, the protagonist of this incident was sitting with her head down and playing with her phone, as if it was none of her business at all.

"Miss—"

"There is surveillance footage in the park that can be checked. I fought back out of self-protection." Katherine stood up leisurely and put on her bag.

"Can I go if there is nothing else to do here?"

"We will investigate clearly. Please leave your contact information first. We will notify you if there are any updates, and we hope you will cooperate with the investigation."

Katherine nodded, registered the information, and went out.

Not long after she got out of the police station, a figure blocked her way. She raised her eyes to see a black-clothed bodyguard with a poker face.

"Our master wants to see you." He looked like what he said was not negotiable.

Katherine did not care at all; she just glanced lightly at him and dodged past him. "Tell him that I'm not free."

The bodyguard was speechless.

Although Katherine dodged the person in front of her, she unexpectedly hit a hard chest ahead.

When she looked up and saw the person in front of her, she was stunned. In the next second, the atmosphere condensed a bit.

How could it be him?