When There Is Nothing Left But Love

Chapter 1675 A Sea Of Red

Horace scoffed at my firm statement and said sarcastically, “Mrs. Fuller, that’s rather bold of you to threaten someone in front of the police. Did you forget about the oaths you took when you became a lawyer?”

Threaten someone? I guess he’s right.

I had no qualms about “threatening” people if it meant protecting Summer.

With a smile that did not quite reach my eyes, I replied stiffly, “Whatever you say, sir. I’m sure it would be difficult for any mother to stay calm when her daughter is in trouble. So sue me.”

I paused and turned toward the reporters. “Though, if memory serves me right, you can’t open a case without the victim’s agreement. Would any of you like to pursue this matter?”

The silence that greeted me was deafening.

Realizing that he had lost this round, Horace waved his hand in a dismissive gesture and said impatiently, “Forget it. I’m not going to waste time on useless chitchat. Rich people like you always think that you’re better than everyone else, but I believe everyone is equal before the law. You better start praying that your walls don’t crumble under our investigation. All I need is a little piece of evidence to send you to prison for the rest of your life!”

roared, “Raid

officers swarmed the wine cellar

Summer. Our innocence will prevail. The police doesn’t have hard evidence on Summer’s direct involvement in smuggling luxury wines. They can only

myself that I would do everything in my power to prevent Summer from shouldering the blame in

support Summer as best as I could. My failure to be there for Macy in the

telling her to stay calm. No matter what happened, I would be

it.” Unsurprisingly, Horace had pushed his way to

staff holding the key to the cellar glanced at Summer and me. Upon

the key, we heard an ear-splitting crash

between us and the cellar could not diminish

whipped out the guns from their holsters almost simultaneously, training their barrels on the cellar door in preparation for combat. Horace pulled our staff aside and exchanged glances

heavily into the wall, revealing a

the doorstep at any moment. Meanwhile, crates that used to hold the wine bottles lay scattered around the room in disarray. Glass shards glinted faintly from beneath the inches of wine

was missing, leaving him in a