Approaching another intersection, Sammy Louie encountered the third red light within a short ten-minute drive—a streak of misfortune. He inwardly cursed his luck, regretting not leaving for work earlier, considering the congested traffic in Sradarc.
Glancing at his watch, it was already quarter past eight. Even if he rushed to the Infinity Group headquarters now, he would be late. Louie couldn't help but find it amusing; on his first day of work, he wondered if he was setting a record for tardiness at Infinity Group.
His "superior" might not appreciate the "backdoor" newcomer, but little did anyone know that behind this mild and refined face, Louie had earned gratitude and deep fear from high-ranking military officers and armed organizations on various battlefields.
Daydreaming about the pleasant life of a working professional, Louie suddenly heard a loud "boom." His body jerked forward, narrowly escaping injury thanks to the seatbelt. Louie felt a surge of frustration, wondering if his brand-new Chevrolet, purchased just the day before, was destined for misfortune on its very first day.
Urgently exiting the car and inspecting the rear, Louie's eyebrows knitted as he saw the white Chevrolet's rear end crumpled from the collision.
Feeling a wave of misfortune, Louie, who had only been in Sradarc for less than a week, had purchased the Chevrolet just two days ago, planning to drive it to work today, only to have it wrecked by someone else. As he simmered with frustration, the driver of the Mercedes that collided with his car stepped out and immediately rebuked him, "Can't you drive properly?"
Looking up, Louie saw that the driver was a young woman, around twenty-five or twenty-six. She wore a knee-length white skirt and had long, flowing hair. Her fair and delicate skin appeared almost translucent, and her flawless face showed a touch of anger as she fixed her almond-shaped eyes on Louie.
"Eighty points. If your chest were a bit bigger, it would be ninety." Despite Louie being a seasoned individual, he couldn't help but be captivated by the girl's stunning figure. However, Louie was feeling frustrated. She had clearly collided with his car, yet she accused him.
"Miss, please check carefully. My car was parked here without moving, and you crashed into it. Just because you have long legs doesn't mean you can falsely accuse me. Let me tell you, I'm a man with a firm will, and I won't be seduced by your beauty."
No man had ever spoken to Isabella Thoreau in such a way. Upon hearing this, Isabella turned to Louie, anger flaring. "You called me 'Miss.'"
"No, I was just addressing you. Of course, if you're willing to accept that title, I don't mind being your guest, Miss. How much for a night?" Louie intentionally squinted his eyes, lecherously scanning Isabella's ample bosom.
Isabella's face turned red and then purple. Clenching her fists tightly, her bosom heaved up and down. "You rogue! Just wait. I'm calling the police."
Just at that moment, a police car approached. The police car pulled over, and a beautiful policewoman jumped out.
Seeing her friend Oprah Kathleen, Isabella's excited expression changed. Oprah was her good friend, and with her here, Isabella felt she had a backbone. Coldly huffing, she said, "This rogue harassed me."
Hearing this, Oprah turned to Louie, her captivating eyes sweeping over him. A hint of disdain curled her lips. Patting Isabella on the shoulder, she said, "I'll handle this."
Approaching Louie, Oprah lifted her right leg and stepped onto the hood of his car, striking a provocative pose. "Good-looking guy, how should we deal with this? Apologize to this beautiful lady or come to the police station with me?"
Louie chuckled, casting an appreciative look at Kathleen's curvaceous figure. "Miss Officer, I don't understand what you're saying. Of course, if you want to hit on me, I might consider it. How about tonight, we get a room together?"
Upon hearing Louie's audacious tease, Oprah didn't get angry. Instead, she laughed. Her tempting fragrance wafted into Louie's nose as she leaned toward his face.
"Sure, no problem. But first, you need to apologize to this beautiful lady. Then, accompany me to the police station, admit to committing harassment, and after that, we can consider your proposal."
"Harassment? Officer, are you sure you're not mistaken? It's your friend who crashed into my car, and she even insulted me. If we need to make a statement, it should be her. Besides, I have something important today; it's my first day of work. Being late is not ideal. How about we settle this privately? As long as she apologizes and compensates me twenty thousand, we can resolve this matter. As for our affair, I'll think about it when I have time. Although you're a beautiful woman, I'm naturally not interested in women who come on too strong." Louie lightly pushed Kathleen's leg off the hood of his car, his lips curled into a smirk. "Nice figure, but your butt's a bit small. I suggest you do more exercise; you might develop it."
"Kid, you're playing with me." Despite Kathleen's confidence in her beauty, she couldn't bear Louie's mockery. The comment about her being small was simply absurd. Kathleen took pride in her legs and beautiful curvy backside, which made her the object of desire for many officers at the police station. Utilizing her charms during investigations, she found that suspects couldn't resist confessing. However, encountering someone as savvy as Louie was unexpected. Not only did her usual tactics fail, but she also endured his taunts.
Kathleen sneered, "You're quite the sly one." She then inspected the white Chevrolet and remarked, "I'm currently working on a car theft case, and the owner reported a stolen white Chevrolet. Your suspicion is high, even if you're not a car thief, you could be involved in selling stolen goods. I need to investigate this. Ken, Jimmy, both of you, get out of the car. Take this suspected criminal back to the police station."
"Officer, you're intentionally messing with me. I can't believe a pretty policewoman like you would falsely accuse someone. But, I'm a law-abiding citizen and will cooperate with the police. However, I have a suggestion." Louie glanced at Kathleen's bosom again, grinning, "Next time you wear a white outfit, don't choose a black bra."
"Hmph, suit yourself." Kathleen retorted, though secretly contemplating that if her dad found out about such attire, he would scold her.
"Name." Kathleen, holding a pen, began recording.
Louie sat across from Kathleen, while Isabella sat not far away, sipping her coffee. Louie, however, had no such luxury; there wasn't even a glass of water on his table. When asked for his name, Louie honestly replied, "Louie."
"Age."
"Thirty-one."
"Gender." Kathleen, engrossed in questioning, didn't look up.
"Different from yours."
Upon hearing Louie's response, Kathleen finally looked up. Irritated, she snapped, "Answer the questions properly. If you don't cooperate, I'll detain you for twenty-four hours before questioning you again."
Louie chuckled, reclining and crossing his legs, "Detain me for twenty-four hours? On what grounds? Oh, I remember, your friend crashed into my car, and now you're settling a personal grudge."
"Hmph, I suspect you're a car thief. Based on that, I can detain you for twenty-four hours," Kathleen replied.
"Evidence, on what basis are you detaining and falsely accusing me of being a car thief? My car was legally purchased, with all proper documentation. You're spreading rumors about car theft without any evidence; I could file a complaint against you." Louie raised his eyebrows, deliberately provoking, "No wonder you have a big chest."
"You..." Kathleen was choked by Louie's words, her face turning red. She realized this sarcastic remark questioned her intelligence. Though irritated, she turned aside and angrily asked, "Ken, did you find this guy's file?"
"Found it, found it." Ken hastily responded. Kathleen was displaying an unusual attitude today, and it was an eye-opener for him. Kathleen leaned in, scanning the computer screen with her captivating eyes.
Louie chuckled to himself, knowing that most of his file was fabricated. Even if Kathleen checked, she wouldn't find any conclusive results.
As expected, Kathleen soon returned to her seat, glaring into Louie's eyes. In a stern tone, she asked, "Louie, why did you return from London, and tell me, what did you do abroad for six years?"
"Returning to serve my homeland. Is there anything wrong with contributing to the motherland as an 'overseas returnee'? As for what I did abroad for six years, do you even need to ask? Worked to earn money."
Kathleen, feeling like she wouldn't get any results by continuing this line of questioning, just wanted to vent her frustration and find a small excuse to make things difficult for Louie. However, Louie seemed immune to her tactics. Frustrated, she asked, "You were doing well in London. Why come to Sradarc?"
"I said, returning to serve my homeland. No matter how well I did abroad, I should return to my country. I miss my homeland a lot."
Hearing Louie's response, Kathleen burst into laughter. "You serving the motherland? Spare me. But it's good you're back; at least you won't embarrass yourself abroad."
Louie waved his hand, seemingly indifferent. Kathleen, who had just lightened up a bit, was irritated again by Louie's nonchalant attitude. She couldn't understand why she found this guy so detestable. She slammed the table, annoyed, "Sit properly, don't cross your legs. I'm not done yet."
"Officer, please hurry up with your questions. Today is my first day at work, and I don't want to spend the whole day in the police station." Louie glanced at his watch, "It's already ten-thirty; I'm two and a half hours late."
"Work? Hmph, if you don't give a clear account, you won't be going to work." Kathleen decided to continue pressing Louie. She picked up the tea cup on the table, took a sip, and slowly asked, "Where do you work, and what's your position?"
"InfinityGroup." Louie noticed Kathleen's intention to prevent him from going to work, and since he didn't really care about the job, he decided to play along. "I'm the head of the marketing department. Of course, today is my first day, and I haven't even seen the company. How about this, Officer, could you give me a ride to work?"
Hearing "InfinityGroup," Isabella, who had been silent, frowned. She knew about InfinityGroup, a well-known company in Sradarc engaged in the production and sale of mechanical products, with its core product being engines. She couldn't understand why InfinityGroup would hire a rogue as the head of the marketing department. Isabella silently calculated that she should talk to her father about reducing orders from InfinityGroup.
While Kathleen was about to continue the questioning, the phone rang. Kathleen answered and soon had an excited gleam on her face. After hanging up, she stood up and shouted to the others, "We've located the hideout of those car thieves. The captain wants us to rush over."
"Wait, what about me?" Just as Kathleen was preparing to leave, Louie couldn't help but ask, "Are you planning to make me sit here all day?"
"Hmph, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let you go. But our business isn't finished; be prepared, I might come looking for you at any time."
"Unlucky, today is truly a day of bad luck." Louie stood up, massaging his slightly sore buttocks, stretching lazily, and with a cheeky smile, he said to Isabella, who was about to leave the police station, "Beauty, it's quite late. How about we have lunch and then find a place to talk about life?"
"You scoundrel." Isabella glared at Louie, turned around, and walked out.