Chapter 269

Once the police report is released, in this age of information overload, it won't even take a day before the news spreads through the entire circle.

How would she face people then?

The carefully crafted persona of an overseas returnee elite that she'd worked so hard to build would instantly collapse, turning her into a laughingstock.

So now she's scared?

When she was acting all high and mighty earlier, twisting the truth and practically dying to have me arrested, why didn't she think about the consequences?

Looking at Sarah's panicked expression, I felt no sympathy whatsoever, only a deep sense of irony.

"Ms. Brown." The older officer looked troubled, rubbing his hands together. "There are certain standards and procedures for issuing an official report."

"Besides, you two know each other, so this could be considered a domestic dispute. How about you work it out privately? Have Ms. Wilson move out immediately, we would compensate you for your losses, and call it even? Making this bigger won't be good for either of you."

He was clearly trying to smooth things over, not wanting to blow this up too much, especially since George was involved.

"I don't know her." I coldly interrupted the officer, my gaze sweeping over Sarah. "As for a domestic dispute? Officer, you saw it yourself - she broke into my residence without permission, changed the locks, and her son bit me."

"These are clear violations of the law, not something that can be brushed aside as a domestic dispute. I expect the police to handle this according to the law."

My attitude was firm, leaving no room for negotiation.

The officer was left speechless by my words, knowing I had the law on my side and couldn't push further.

Seeing this, Sarah panicked even more.

She bit her lip, as if grasping at a last lifeline, and said urgently: "I need to ask George about this. There must be some misunderstanding. I can move out of here, but don't issue that report yet! Let me talk to George first!"

She didn't dare push back anymore, could only back down, agree to move out, then use George to buy time, hoping he could step in and make this go away.

The officers clearly knew George's influence and exchanged glances.

The older officer thought for a moment, then said to me: "Ms. Brown, how about this? Ms. Wilson moves out today. We'll give her one day, and tomorrow she comes to the station to give a statement and explain what happened."

"As for whether to issue a report? We'll need to decide based on the specific circumstances and regulations. Please calm down - after all, the child is still young."

He brought Jack into it, trying to make me soften.

I looked at Jack hiding behind Sarah, still glaring at me with hostile eyes, and felt nothing but coldness inside.

"Fine." I finally nodded, not out of sympathy, but because I didn't want to waste any more time here.

But I had no intention of letting them off easy.

I called over the property manager and security guard who had slipped away earlier.

"Listen up," I pointed at Sarah and Jack, addressing the property manager. "Watch them. Make sure every single thing that belongs to them is moved out, not one item left behind. If I check later and find even a single hair or anything that doesn't belong to me..."

I paused, my tone ice-cold: "I'll treat it as trash and throw it all out. And I'll sue your property management company for negligence and enabling illegal occupation."

The property manager's face went pale, nodding repeatedly: "Ms. Brown, rest assured, we'll supervise properly, we definitely will!"

Sarah hadn't expected me to be this ruthless, this unforgiving.

The hatred on her face was almost tangible as she stared at me, biting her lip until it bled.

But she didn't dare act out again. The police were still there, the property management was watching closely, and more importantly, she still needed that $500 million deal with George to get into Star Tech and join the project I was leading.

At this critical juncture, she couldn't afford to be arrogant anymore.

Things came to a temporary close.

The officers gave a few more instructions, left their contact information, and departed.

I had the property security watch Sarah and Jack pack their things while I stepped aside to call the real estate agent, telling him the issue was resolved and the house could be listed again soon, but the locks needed changing first.

Then I contacted a locksmith company and had them reset all the smart lock passwords on the spot, deleting all fingerprint and facial recognition data except mine.

From today on, this house would only recognize me as its owner.

After finishing all this, I watched Sarah, under property supervision, leave in disgrace with several suitcases, leading Jack away like a stray dog. I felt no satisfaction, only a tired sense of calm.

I took out my phone, found George on WeChat, typed a message, and sent it.

"Keep your woman and son in check. If they come to my place causing trouble again, I won't be polite."

The message sent successfully, and almost the next second, he replied with a simple: "?"

Just a question mark.

I stared at that question mark for a few seconds, as if I could see through the screen to George's indifferent expression at that moment.

I didn't reply again.

Let him wonder, let him ask around, let him puzzle over it.

It had nothing to do with me anymore.

I got back to the office in the afternoon.

William saw me return and poked his head out of his office, his face showing concern: "Grace, you're back? Is everything sorted out?"

Emily happened to be passing by my desk and stopped too, looking at me with worry.

"It's sorted." I nodded, put down my bag, and started to take out the files I needed to handle that afternoon.

As I raised my hand to set down my bag, my rolled-up sleeve slipped down, revealing the bandaged wound on my wrist.

"Oh my God!" Emily, sharp-eyed, spotted it first and cried out, "Grace, what happened to your hand? You're hurt? Did Sarah do that?"

William immediately walked over, his brow furrowed, his gaze falling on my wrist, his expression darkening: "What happened? Did Sarah attack you?"

Looking at the undisguised shock, concern, and anger on their faces, I felt a slight warmth in my heart.

But immediately after, an indescribable exhaustion and self-mockery washed over me.

"It wasn't Sarah." I shook my head, my voice calm, even carrying a hint of detachment I hadn't noticed myself. "Jack bit me."

"Jack?" Emily and William said in unison, their expressions shifting from anger to disbelief.

Then came deeper sympathy and an understanding silence.

If Sarah had done it, they could immediately curse her out, united in their anger.

But Jack...

That child...

They both knew he was a child I'd raised with my own hands.

Though the relationship had deteriorated now, hearing so suddenly that he'd bitten me this viciously left them momentarily at a loss for words.

Cursing a child seemed pointless.

But the behavior was truly outrageous.

Comfort me?

Any words felt pale and powerless in the face of such reality.

A heavy silence filled the office.

Looking at their faces, showing such complex expressions of sadness for me yet not knowing what to do, I actually smiled.

The smile was faint, even somewhat hollow.

"It's fine, I've come to terms with it." I heard my own voice, so calm it had no ripples. "That child is already ruined. From the moment Sarah came back, from when George tacitly allowed and indulged them, he stopped being the Jack I knew. So I gave up on him long ago."

I paused, raised my wrist, looked at that vicious wound, and my tone took on a cold decisiveness:

"This time I didn't indulge him - I pushed him away. Next time, if he dares do this again..."

I lowered my hand, looking at William and Emily, my eyes clear and determined:

"I'll fight back directly. I won't give him another chance to hurt me."