?<strong>Chapter 773:</strong>


    He had forfeited his right to belong.


    Observing Jett’s dejected demeanor, Dulcepassionately offered, “Jett, let me apany you.”


    Seeking solitude, Jett shook his head. “There’s no need for that. Finish up here and then head home. That’ll put Fifi’s mind at ease.”


    After he left, the two men emerged from inside, battered and bruised. Despite their tough exterior as ouws, fear gripped them when faced with real danger.


    Soon after, the police arrived and apprehended Selma along with the two men.


    Dulce made sure that not a single photo remained on her phone.


    The officer pointed sternly at her and warned, “Hey! That’s crucial evidence. How could you just delete it?”


    The sudden reproof made Dulce flinch. Michael quickly stepped forward, positioning himself protectively in front of her. “Ease up, there’s no need for such tension. The photos involved a close friend in apromising situation. We agree not to pursue any legal action, provided the photos remain private.”


    Michael’s parents were eminent figures in the judiciary, which meant the police knew him well. “Did you cause these injuries?” one officer asked.


    With a wry smile, Michael responded, “Self-defense. They started it.”


    “Self-defense to this degree? Michael, I might have to consider this a fistfight.”


    Unruffled, Michael retorted, “The one who’s tied up is Bobby Kelly’s girlfriend. Maybe you should check with him about the charges?”


    Bobby was infamously known as the local troublemaker, stirring up problems since his teen years.


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    The officer dismissed the matter with a wave of his hand. “Just make sure it doesn’t happen again.”


    “Appreciate your diligence,” Michael said, steering Dulce away to avoid further scrutiny.


    Elsewhere, Can briefed Adrian about the incident as they sat in their car, awaiting updates.


    Dulce, meanwhile, wasn’t truly frightened by the police encounter; she was more thrilled and jittery, having never been alone with Michael before. It was akin to a fan spending time with a celebrity.


    “Thank you, Michael.”


    “You know me?”


    “Yes. I’m best friends with Fannie,” Dulce smiled.


    “Alright.”


    If it weren’t for Fannie, he probably wouldn’t have had the chance to meet this young girl.


    Can climbed back into the driver’s seat. “Miss Lee, should we drop you off first?”


    “Oh, yes, thank you!”


    As the vehicle pulled away, Dulce feigned interest in the passingndscape while covertly observing Michael.


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