"Of course, not just you, I even posted Annie's photos as well. We're sisters, after all... And honestly, my 'Fairy Forest' is getting a lot of clicks. Tell me, as naturally beautiful and dreamy girls like us, shouldn't we learn from those flirty chicks and hype ourselves up a bit to make some pocket money? Youth is short and beauty fades fast. In a few years, when we become old maids, we won't be worth anything..." The rascal on the phone rambled on, both narcissistic and sentimental.

Ethan Brooks broke out in a huge cold sweat on her forehead, completely speechless at her best friend. After a long pause, she forced a bitter smile and said, "My dear little ancestor, you've really gotten me into trouble this time. Forget it, there's no point talking too much with you, you little vixen. Just go check out that book 'My Happy Life with the Glamorous Photo Girls.' I'll send you the link in a bit..."

After hanging up, Ethan Brooks exuded a murderous aura and strode quickly toward the interrogation room.

"The greatest tragedy in life is losing freedom, and the greatest pain is losing family and friends. I don't have a loud voice, nor a moving singing voice..." Charles Bennett sat in the interrogation room, bored out of his mind. He didn't want every word he said to become evidence in court, nor did he want to stay silent, so he simply started singing "Tears Behind Bars" to pass the time.

Ethan Brooks looked at Charles Bennett with both anger and helplessness. Originally, she just wanted to lock Charles Bennett up for one night—to put him in his place and vent her own frustration. But she never expected Charles Bennett to entertain himself like this. This guy is even thicker-skinned than the protagonists in his novels, acting like the police station is his own home.

Several times, she almost couldn't resist giving Charles Bennett a good beating, but reason and professional ethics forced her to hold back her anger. "Suspect"—that word alone could be used to make a big deal out of things. Even if Ryan Clark came, he might not be able to do anything to Ethan Brooks. But if she actually laid a hand on Charles Bennett, things would get a lot more complicated.

Today, Charles Bennett was determined to go head-to-head with Ethan Brooks; the angrier Ethan Brooks got, the more accomplished he felt. Looking at the beautiful, fierce policewoman in front of him, he said lazily, "Hey, Officer Brooks, isn't it time to call it quits? You've caught me, cuffed me, and made enough of a scene. If you're done, just let me go home."

"Scene? Who's making a scene with you? You'd better watch your mouth!" Ethan Brooks's face was stern, her voice as cold as blades slicing through the air.

Charles Bennett grinned cheekily, "So, shouldn't you interrogate me according to procedure? Honestly, sitting here for over an hour is really boring. My butt hurts—your police station benches are really hard. Come on, talk to me for a bit."

Ethan Brooks said nothing, but there was a hint of satisfaction in her beautiful eyes. Her expression seemed to say, "Are you bored? Want someone to talk to? Too bad, I'm not giving you what you want!"

Charles Bennett smiled, realizing this girl was up to no good, and provoked her: "Officer Brooks, didn't you say I'm suspected of robbery? Shouldn't you question me, like about the time and motive? Wow, you really have patience. Do you have any professional ethics at all?"

No matter how much Charles Bennett tried to provoke her, Ethan Brooks just stayed silent, glaring at him with an increasingly cold gaze.

By now, even if Ryan Clark had to crawl, he should have arrived. Charles Bennett put on a serious face and said, "Officer Brooks, in the movies, when policewomen interrogate suspects, they like to press the suspect's head into their cleavage, suffocating them with the pressure. What a cruel punishment—truly unbearable... How about you show some style today and let me experience this 'punishment' too?"

With a loud "bang," Ethan Brooks's face turned ashen as she slammed her palm on the table.

That slap was a real warning shot, and Charles Bennett was startled, his heart sinking. Ethan Brooks stood up from her chair, walked heavily around the table toward Charles Bennett, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor, each step sending a tremor through Charles Bennett's heart.

"Damn it, Ryan Clark, if you don't get here soon, I'm cutting you off as a brother!" Charles Bennett thought anxiously. Even an idiot could tell what Ethan Brooks was about to do. Women really are unreasonable—how did such an impulsive girl get into the police force?

Ethan Brooks raised her small but powerful fist. If that punch landed, Charles Bennett would definitely end up with panda eyes.

"Miss Ethan, don't～～～" A sudden voice made Ethan Brooks pause. Then a young police officer rushed over, blocking Ethan Brooks and persuading her, "Miss Ethan, don't do this, it's not worth it."

"Frank King, move aside. Even if I get punished, today I'm going to beat this perverted scoundrel!"

"Is it really necessary? Look how mad you are. Dealing with shameless perverts like him is my specialty. How about you go take a break outside?" Frank King winked at Ethan Brooks and continued, "Did you forget what I do? I was digging up dirt on this guy all afternoon. Now's the perfect time to interrogate him!"

Remembering Frank King's methods, Ethan Brooks was secretly delighted. She gave Charles Bennett a heavy, cold snort and strode out.

After closing the door, Frank King looked at Charles Bennett, a very strange smile appearing on his handsome, resolute face.