Melanie’s uncles, after going through the worst of the guards’ retaliatory fisticuffs, were quick to succumb. Slowly but surely, only Mrs. Lark and Nikolai remained silent.
Alejandro chuckled. “Oho, looks like we’ve got ourselves some tough cookies! Tough, and a sore to virtually everyone around them... You, Nikolai Lark! You’re the jacka** who pushed Tiffany down the stairs and made Melanie bear your blame, aren’t you? Meanwhile, your mommy supports everything her precious little baby does. Well, let me tell you, I consider everyone else involved in this fight today to be even, except the two of you. The rest of you may go after signing your names on the contract. But you two? You two get an extended stay... We have much to discuss.”
Mrs. Lark was frightful at her core, but she was not about to admit that. “W-What are you gonna do to us, huh?! You think you’re above the law, huh, hotshot? I’m calling 911!”
Alejandro remained unperturbed as he fiddled with the lighter in his hand. “911, huh? Are you gonna tell the cops that you trespassed on a normal civilian’s residence and then thrashed a hapless woman in the first place? Gee, I wonder if that’ll work! Sure, you people look like sh*t now, but this is definitely a case of self defense. Have some sense for once.”
Spleen erupted within Mrs. Lark’s body like a volcano. Not knowing how to express that sudden burst of rage, her eyes rolled backward and she swooned, though no one could tell if she had genuinely fainted or if it was just an act.
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