Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don’t Want to be the Billionaire’s Wife

Chapter 11: Was she look like a teenager?
Now that she was here, Martina couldn’t just leave directly. Fortunately, she had never seen this kind of special performance before, so she just considered it as refreshing her eyes.

These dancers were truly professional and quickly became lively both on and off stage. And the audience were screaming and crazy for them.

One of them even focused his attention on Martina, as if he had seen some rare treasure. The next second, he came up to Martina and asked in a low and sexy voice, “Miss, would you like to come on stage and dance with me?”

Martina’s face stiffened as she felt the gaze of many people falling on her, and she instinctively shook her head to refuse. “No, thank you.”

But this man was persistent and refused to let it go. “I rarely see such a beautiful woman like you. Don’t be shy. It’s a very precious chance.”

Martina’s face stiffened again. Just as Elena was about to say something, a sudden and strange commotion came from behind!

“Stop! Everyone! Turn off the music! We are the policemen!”

With the sound of police reprimands, the scene was finally brought under control. Many people instinctively wanted to run, but both the front and back doors, as well as the windows, were blocked and there was no escape.

Even if they wanted to run, they had to see if they had wings first.

Martina was also very innocent, especially since she was being pulled by the dancer who invited her just now by the wrist..

This scene was immediately overinterpreted by the police.

Not long after, they were taken to the police station. Someone specifically questioned Martina alone, “What were you doing at the nightclub?”

Martina had no expression on her face. “I was watching the performance.”

“Then what is your relationship with that dancer? Do you know that he is a suspect? He is highly suspected of taking advantage of young girls‘ admiration to rape several women, including minors.”

Martina really didn’t know him.

she was still lucky. “I

repeated questioning, Martina refused to admit

into your background information.

that she had left her ID behind in her hurry to leave. “I happened to forget my ID. Do you

was already somewhat “involved” with those people, and now she didn’t have an ID, which made the

tone and said somewhat helplessly, “So…does that

have been moved by Martina’s sincere and lovely expression and

ask your friend to bring your ID over, then you

tightly. In this big city, Elena was her only close

young police officer was suspicious and said, “Miss, why are you so hesitant? Could it be that you’re

she claimed to be under 18, there were plenty of people

why don’t you make a phone call to your family? We police officers are understanding,” said

became even

away from LA, how could he come over? It was simply wishful

who could prove her

held onto a glimmer of hope, “Elena, who was brought here with me, is my friend. She can testify for me! Or maybe she can help me get my ID

had already determined that Martina was a teenager and had even ventured into a nightclub? which was

word, they

Among them

he saw Martina, his expression changed drastically. “Hey, isn’t this the unlucky Martinez who

rolled her eyes in irritation

sneered, “You don’t understand. I can leave

politely spoke to Adam, implying that it was all just

how happy Benjamin would be if he saw you in this sorry state, Adam sneered at Martina. “Martinez, you can stay here and wait!

Although not comparable to the Walker family, it was not to be underestimated. How could he possibly capsize in