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.

a bit surprised but felt fortunate that she was still

repeated questioning, Martina refused to admit any

make a record and conduct a deeper investigation into

left her ID behind in her hurry to leave. “I happened to forget my ID. Do you believe me, officer?” she said with a slightly

with those people, and now she didn’t have an ID, which made

expression and tone and said somewhat helplessly, “So…does that mean I can’t go

have been moved by Martina’s

maybe you can ask your friend to bring your ID over, then you can go back,” suggested

furrowed her brows tightly. In this big city, Elena was her only close friend. But

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

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

you make a phone call to your family? We police officers are understanding,”

even more

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

father, who could prove

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

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

word, they brought

here. Among them

“Hey, isn’t this the unlucky Martinez who

rolled her eyes in irritation

“You don’t understand. I can leave

police officer politely spoke to Adam, implying that it

you in this sorry state, Adam sneered at Martina. “Martinez, you can stay here and wait! I won’t play with you anymore!” he added before

all. Adam’s family background was prominent and powerful. Although not comparable to the Walker family, it was not to be underestimated. How could he possibly capsize in the gutter