Chapter 105 Chapter 105 Made Him Wait
Natasha’s POV
After the guards handcuffed Micah, I opened the room door by myself and decided to see what or who were inside.
To my shock, “Chef Mirabel? Evelyn?” I couldn’t believe my eyes. They were so scared that I saw it written on their faces.
When they saw me open the door, they lunged at me and hugged me tightly immediately.
“Thank you so much!” they exclaimed, still tightly hugging me as though they just met their lifesaver.
The three of us went out of the mansion to the compound and saw that they had made Micah sit on the floor.
“We will be waiting for Rebecca here. And she will see for herself the demon she has let into her home,” I muttered as the guards stood rigidly behind Micah.
If he attempted any move, it was certain they wouldn’t hesitate to take action.
At this moment, I turned to Evelyn and Mirabel, “What did he do to you?”
Mirabel spoke a lot of things that were just too shocking to believe. Micah trying to rpe her in Rebecca’s home?!
I continued to mutter in shock until we all waited three hours and an extra hour more when we saw Rebecca’s limo drive through the gate and into the compound.
I looked at Micah with the whole irritation inside of me at this instance. I saw how he was turning his face to the side like he couldn’t bring himself to look at Rebecca in the face after what he had been caught doing.
“Natasha,” Rebecca voiced the instant she stepped out of her car and walked up to us right where we were.
“Micah?” she voiced again, shocked at seeing the posture she met Micah in—handcuffed to the ground and her guards standing rigidly behind him.
“Evelyn, Mirabel?” she pronounced again, glancing her eyes among all of us.
“What’s happening here?” she asked.
“Ma’am, it’s your—”
“We caught him trying to barge the door into one of the rooms upstairs, ma. We also got to know that Evelyn and Mirabel locked themselves in that same room because they were protecting themselves against Micah, ma’am,” one of the guards interrupted Evelyn, who had suddenly wanted to talk in a rush.
“Barge into the room?” Rebecca sounded confused, not having fully understood what was happening.
“Mr. Micah here, ma, was trying to—”
“He wanted to rpe your employees, Rebecca!” I interrupted immediately, seeing how the guard was carving the words in a way that seemed less than how bad it literally was.
I saw the way Rebecca opened her eyes widely. “Is that so?” she asked, staring at Micah.
He said nothing. He only turned his face to the side, looking at the ground as if he wanted the ground to swallow him.
“Is this so?” Rebecca asked Mirabel and Evelyn immediately.
“Yes, ma’am,” they chorused.
Rebecca’s POV
I couldn’t believe my ears that such a person whom I thought I had found to be the perfect good person was actually accused, and it was just as they painted it.
Because if it was not, why couldn’t he defend himself? Why did he have to bury his face to the ground in shame?
“It shouldn’t have been you, Micah!” I sounded, and I resolved my mind.
They say before you fall in love deeply, make sure you have studied the kind of person he was. Thank God I was still skeptical about him somewhat and guarded my heart simply. If not, was this how he was going to shatter my heart?
Rpe my employee and get away with it?!!
Hearing the height of this crime, Micah was worse than Gabriel. To be able to commit rpe meant that this person was capable of murder.
Hence, “I know what to do,” I said loud and clear.
“Stanley, please bring me my phone. It’s in the bag in the car.”
“Yes, ma’am!” Stanley bowed respectfully immediately, and just then—
Two minutes later, he was back with my phone in his hand.
“Hello, I have a person here who should be arrested immediately. He tried to rpe my employee. We have witnesses,” I said on the phone immediately as I dialed the commissioner of police’s number.
Under five minutes, the street outside was infested with the disturbing sirens of police cars.
To arrest Micah, over seven police cars parked outside.
Beside each vehicle, they posed strategically, pointing their guns at the gate.
At this instance, my guard grabbed Micah to the gate.
“Walk!” one of the guards instructed, leaving him to walk to one of the police officers standing at the front of one of the cars.
In his hands were handcuffs ready to apprehend Micah as soon as he reached him.
Suddenly, as Micah almost reached the police, he bolted into a run.
I looked at him, and I shook my head. Such a shameless man who thought he could get away from the hands of the law by running.
I wondered if he wasn’t wise enough to know that if police came to arrest someone in a high-end environment like myself, they weren’t going to come all at once.
There were more police who would stay at the entrance of the street and another set of police at another entrance of the street.
Every escaping route they would have mapped out and blocked in case the criminal decided to escape and they needed to apprehend him.
“Smack!” Micah took a resounding punch to his face. A police officer got out of nowhere and suddenly punched him in the face.
Micah fell to the ground. “Ahg!” he exclaimed in pain as the officer turned his face to the ground and pressed his hands firmly to the back.
“Gotcha!” he muttered as soon as he apprehended him.