The corner of Lance's mouth twitched, his face darkening ominously. He cast a cold, piercing gaze at Freya before signaling to his bodyguards.

In an instant, two of the bodyguards stepped forward.

Freya blinked in confusion. Did he get mad? Is he planning to have her beaten up?

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Three consecutive heavy sounds echoed as Ethan's men were all thrown out by the bodyguards.

Before Freya could react, her wheelchair was being pushed away, with Lance expressionlessly trailing behind.

Meanwhile, voices of justice from onlookers were heard.

"Bro, that's the way to go. There are countless scumbags in this world. Don't get involved in this mess."

…

Exiting the restaurant.

Freya pursed her lips, feeling somewhat embarrassed as she glanced at Lance.

"Those thugs wanted to grab me, so I had to resort to that tactic. I'm really sorry for causing you trouble."

Leaning against the car, Lance smoked silently. The bluish-gray smoke veiled his face, obscuring his expression.

Surrounded by a dozen bodyguards, all with fierce gazes fixed on Freya, she couldn't help but feel intimidated.

"Tell you what, as a token of gratitude, I'll treat you to a meal another day!"

Seeing Lance's silence, Freya swallowed nervously, sensing an impending unease.

After shrugging off Ethan, she couldn't afford to get entangled with this man now. It could spell big trouble.

Lance remained silent, the atmosphere becoming unsettling.

Feeling apprehensive, Freya looked at him. As the bluish-gray smoke dispersed, the man's handsome face gradually came into view. The evening hues cast a mysterious aura around him.

His smoking gesture was elegant yet alluring, his demeanor both arrogant and strangely clean. This contradictory visual sensation made Freya vaguely feel that this man was dangerous.

After what seemed like an eternity, the man's indifferent voice finally broke the silence.

"You can leave now."

Freya was taken aback.

He was letting her go so easily?

Does that mean her invitation to dinner earlier was rejected?

Freya swallowed nervously. This man exuded an air of aloofness and chill, giving off a vibe that screamed 'keep your distance.' Clearly a person of meticulous habits, he wiped his hands with a handkerchief handed to him by a bodyguard after smoking.

Seeing Freya still hesitating, he furrowed his brows slightly.

Freya also wanted to leave, but Ethan and his men were waiting at the intersection. Now wasn't the right time to do so.

"The thugs are still waiting, right there. If I go over, they'll definitely grab me again."

Freya looked at him pitifully, her eyes moist, resembling a helpless little rabbit.

With Ethan's cunning, Freya knew he wouldn't give up until he caught her. If she went over there now, wouldn't she be walking right into a trap?

The man squinted but said nothing.

Freya thought the man had tacitly agreed to help her, and she breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

But the next moment, she heard the man's light, airy voice from above.

"And what does that have to do with me?"

Freya was dumbfounded for a few seconds. She looked up in the direction of the man, who had already seated himself in the car, and the bodyguards who had been surrounding them had dispersed.

Now she stood alone by the roadside. As the car started and the exhaust fumes billowed out, she was hit squarely in the face.

"Oh... Sh*t!"

Freya cursed under her breath.

When she turned back to look, the car was already nowhere to be seen.

Freya glared in the direction the man had left, suddenly feeling a little homesick for Bradley.

If he were here, he would definitely beat Ethan to a pulp and comfort her with a gentle voice.

But that man in the gray suit showed no trace of gentlemanly demeanor whatsoever!

As Freya cursed Lance, she suddenly saw Ethan charging aggressively towards her, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding.

"Freya, there's no one here to help you this time. You're truly finished now."

Ethan clenched his fists and came charging at her with full force, cursing under his breath, "Whoever catches her, I'll treat him to a month in Shangri-La!"

Freya maneuvered her wheelchair to flee.

If she had known she would encounter Ethan, she would never have let Ella leave. Now, being caught was more than just a possibility.

Freya knew she couldn't outrun a group of burly men, so she desperately racked her brain for a plan.

Just then, she spotted a police station not far away and an idea flashed through her mind.

'Alright, if you insist on being a jerk, then I'll deliver you to the cops for a few days of detention.'

With this thought in mind, Freya sprinted towards the intersection and rushed into the police station. She grabbed hold of a police officer in uniform and said,

"Sir, someone is chasing me! They want to rob me and... and... do bad things to me! I'm so scared!"

The officer was immediately outraged. "Where are they?"

Freya shrank back, pointing at the men circling outside. "Right there! They're so scary! I'm injured and can't run away from them. They've been chasing me."

Freya pretended to be terrified, her eyes filled with tears, making her look as pitiful as possible.

The officer quickly reassured her, "Don't worry, young lady. We're the police. It's our duty to punish criminals. Don't worry, I won't let them hurt you."

After saying this, the officer made a phone call, and soon a group of policemen arrived.

Freya blinked, tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to fall. It was a sight that would make any man's heart ache.

"There's a group of criminals outside who intend to harm this girl. Go and arrest them," the officer ordered the young police officers.

The police officers responded promptly with a crisp "Yes, sir!"

A sly smirk danced in Freya's eyes.

She watched intently as the police rushed out.

Ethan had suffered one too many defeats at Freya's hands. Seeing the police approaching, he immediately recalled the scene in the mall where he was chased for money, and a sinking feeling settled in his heart. He contemplated making a run for it.

"Freeze, right there!"

bellowed the police from behind. They fanned out, swiftly encircling Ethan's group with their firearms drawn.

Ethan froze in terror at the sight of the guns, his voice quivering as he protested,

"Officer, I'm a law-abiding citizen! I haven't committed any crimes!"

The police officers rebuked him sternly, "You've been stalking this young lady, attempting robbery and assault. Yet you have the audacity to claim innocence?"

"Robbery? No way!" Ethan felt a wave of impending doom wash over him. Once again, he had been duped by that cunning girl. He wanted to cry, but no tears would come. "I haven't done anything like that."

"If you're innocent, you'll come with us to the station and sort this out!" declared the police officer.

Without further ado, the police escorted Ethan's group straight to the station.

Meanwhile, a compassionate group of officers surrounded Freya, offering her food and drinks while showing genuine concern.

Ethan seethed with hatred. That d*mned girl had bested him yet again.

Freya looked at Ethan as though he were the most heinous criminal, bursting into tears on the spot. "Sir, please arrest them! He'll come after me. I'm so scared."

The police quickly reassured her, saying, "Don't worry. If they've broken the law and are thinking of leaving here, it won't be so easy."

Freya blinked, tears streaming down her face, still wearing a look of genuine fear.