Chapter 135 The Problem Solver Arrives

Chapter 135 The Problem Solver Arrives
Alexander's POV:

I kept my eyes fixed on the security monitor, watching Emma tug at her handcuffs in the interrogation room. Even through the grainy footage, her frustration was palpable.

"I can't believe these motherfuckers! This is complete bullshit!"

Jasmine's voice suddenly echoed down the hallway. A few minutes later, Gabriel appeared, firmly gripping Jasmine's arm as he escorted her into the interrogation room. The officer handcuffed her to the chair beside Emma.

Emma's eyes widened. "How did you end up in cuffs too?"

Jasmine shifted in her seat, looking remarkably unrepentant. "Slapped that woman a few times."

"Why?"

"She said the kids are traumatized by the fire and now need psychological counseling. She wants you to pay for their therapy sessions." Jasmine spat the words out with disgust.

"WHAT?!" Emma jerked forward so violently that the metal chair screeched against the floor. "Jeff, let me out of here! Their kids burned down my house, and they want ME to pay THEM?"

"Mrs. Sterling, Mr. Sterling figured you might react this way, which is why he asked us to keep you secured until he's finished dealing with the parents," Jeff explained patiently. "If you need company, we can bring in Mrs. Sterling as well."

I turned to Bill, who stood beside me with a tablet. "Have the lawyers arrived?"

"Yes, sir. The legal team is waiting in the lobby, and the financial department has prepared the estimates for the mansion's damages."

I nodded, my expression hardening as I turned toward Jeff's office where the so-called "parents" waited. "Let's go."

When I entered, five adults were seated around the conference table.

"Are you certain you want to maintain your position?" I asked coldly, looking at each of them in turn.

Tommy's nanny pointed an accusing finger at me. "Yes! You can't bully us just because we're women!"

I raised an eyebrow but remained silent, allowing her to continue digging her own grave.

"Your house's fire safety was inadequate! Our children are traumatized!" one of them added.

Another mother nodded vigorously. "You need to compensate us!"

Bill maintained his professional demeanor, though I could see the strain it cost him. "Ma'am, I strongly advise you one last time: contact your employer to handle this matter. As a nanny, you don't have the authority to make these decisions."

"I absolutely can!" she insisted, lifting her chin defiantly. "I've already called security from our home to come here!"

The nanny's smirk turned into a sneer as she looked directly at me. "Don't think that having a room full of men intimidates us. If you've got any courage, bring that woman here and let her handle this!"

I glanced up toward the camera in Jeff's office, then stood slowly, my gaze locked on the woman. "Where are your security guards?"

"In the yard," she replied, momentarily thrown off by my direct question.

"Tell them to be ready. Bill, bring in the lawyers and the financial team," I instructed before striding out of the office.

I walked purposefully down the corridor toward the interrogation room. Emma's voice carried through the door, still protesting loudly. "Alexander, let me out of here!"

"I'm here," I said calmly as I entered the room, turning to Jeff. "The keys, please."

Jeff handed them over, and I personally unlocked Emma's handcuffs. My voice remained perfectly even as I helped her to her feet. "Go ahead. Do what you need to do."

Emma rubbed her wrists, looking at me in surprise. "Just like that?"

"The lawyers are here, and the money's ready," I confirmed with a slight nod.

Jackson poked his head into the room, waving his phone. "The ambulance is on its way too!"

A slow, dangerous smile spread across Emma's face as she processed my words. Without another word, she slipped past me.

Back in Jeff's office, the nannies were growing increasingly bold. "Bring that woman here to solve this problem!" one demanded.

"Your intimidation tactics won't work on us!" another added.

Nick leaned against the wall, shaking his head wearily at their continued hostility. He lifted a finger, pointing toward the door. "Look, the problem solver has arrived."

Before anyone could react, Emma lunged forward. In a blur of movement, she knocked two of the nannies to the ground with precise strikes. When the security guards the nanny had mentioned rushed to intervene, Emma dispatched them with equal efficiency, leaving them groaning on the floor.

Jackson stood near the door, arms crossed as he watched the scene unfold. "Did you really think being in a police station would stop her?" he asked the stunned onlookers.

Just as Emma was preparing to continue, the office door burst open again. This time, five well-dressed men and women rushed in, their faces pale with horror as they took in the scene before them.

Emma had been detained again for assaulting people at the police station, and now I stood outside the interrogation room, keeping her company through the window.

The actual employers had arrived and already viewed the security footage from the mansion, which clearly showed the children breaking windows and starting the fire.

"Mr. Sterling, we are deeply sorry," one of the men said, his voice trembling slightly. "We came as soon as we received the news."

"We'll pay full compensation for the mansion and all its contents," a woman added quickly. "Just name your price."

Another man stepped forward. "Officer, none of us want to press charges against Mrs. Sterling. Please release her immediately."

The group continued offering concessions—covering medical expenses for the injured nannies and security guards, promising full reimbursement for the mansion's repairs.

I regarded them coldly. "Do you think the North family or I lack money?"

The five employers exchanged uncomfortable glances, unsure how to respond.

"Mrs. Sterling is extremely upset," I continued, my voice measured but intense. "Whether she agrees to settle with you depends entirely on her."

One of the women wrung her hands nervously. "Of course, of course."

"Compensating for the mansion is your obligation," I stated flatly. "This property was a gift from the North family to Emma. It had never been occupied."

Bill stepped forward, handing a document to the nearest employer. "Just the living room sofa alone cost seven figures."

The five employers paled as they examined the detailed cost breakdown of the mansion's interior.

"The mansion itself isn't particularly expensive by neighborhood standards," I continued. "But the interior cost ten times the property value."

"These figures don't even include labor costs," Bill added pointedly.

"This is Sterling Group's financial director," I gestured toward the stern-faced man beside Bill. "You can work out the compensation details directly with him."

The employers huddled together, whispering frantically as they reviewed the figures.

"Do you have any questions about compensating for the mansion?" I asked, my tone making it clear there was only one acceptable answer.

"No..." they replied in unison, their faces ashen.

"Good. Now, regarding my wife's distress," my voice took on a sharper edge. "How do you propose to address that?"

The employers' expressions grew even more stricken as they realized money alone wouldn't resolve this situation.