Sweet Subterfuge

Chapter 139
Larissa swilly turned on her toes and hurried to Lana’s side. Supporting her arm, she gently draped her hoodie over Lana’s shoulders.” Are you okay? Did you get hurt?”
Lana shook her head, but her gaze was fixed on Kevan.
“Mr. Rogers,” she called out timidly, “are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Kevan responded indifferently, without even glancing at her.
Lana’s eyes welled with tears as she bit her lower lip.
“What happened here?” a police officer spoke up sternly.
Lana spoke up first pointing at the bald man lying motionless on the floor. “This man tried to violate me. Luckily, Mr. Rogers arrived in time. Otherwise. I would have been
She hung her head and sobbed, overwhelmed with sadness.
Given that everything at the scene aligned perfectly with Lana’s description, the police did not leel the need to ask further questions. They proceeded to coprehend all the thugs and brought them back to the police station lor interrogation. The only female police officer on the team even came over to comfort Lana after her ordeal.

The thugs who had been overpowered by Kevan and Dylan were in such a battered state that they required the assistance of the police officers to remain on their feet. They could barely stand on their own, relying on the support provided by the officers to maintain their balance.
As they were escorted out of the bar, the thugs couldn’t contain their anger and frustration. They unleashed a barrage of curses and verbal abuse toward Kevan, directing their vitriol at him. The bald man, who appeared to be their leader, departed with a brazen threat his voice laced with menace. “You bastard, just you wall!”
Lana with drew her arm from Larissa’s grip and huddled up next to Kevan trembling. She locked up at him and apologized shyly. “I’m sorry for dragging you into this mess. Mr. Rogers.”
Kevan distanced himself from her and said nonchalantly. “That’s alright,”
Lana blicked her eyes, and the welling wetness within them transformed into cascading tears that streamed down her cheeks.
She bit harder on her lower lip. Without lipstick on, the paeness of her lips was evidert.
The police bundled the thugs in the police car and instructed Dylan to drive behind them.
Kevan opened the door to the backseat of the vehicle and ordered, “Larissa, come here.”
Larissa walked over. “Hmm?”
“Get in the car.” Kevan didn’t mince words with his orders. However, this directness and brevity did not in any way diminish his
unwavering authority
“Okay.” Lanssa responded, already accustomed to taking the back seat in Dylan’s car, so she didn’t refuse.
Kevan closed the door and went around to the other side to get in the car.
Lana stood aside, staring at Kevan without blinking. She did not make any move to get in the car.
Dylan observed her every move with amusement. With a teasing tone, he asked. “What’s the matter, Ms. Seymour? Do you not want to sit
beside me?”