"Oh, it's my nephew, what a coincidence."

Freya crossed her arms, a smirk playing on her lips. "So, are we resolving this privately or should I call the cops?"

"Let's call the cops, call the cops!"

Ethan glanced at her, noticing she was still holding her phone, obviously on a call while driving.

Despite his speeding, it was Freya who illegally changed lanes.

If she called the police, he'd make sure she paid dearly for it.

"Alright, let's involve the police then."

Ethan didn't hesitate, immediately dialing the number.

Soon, the traffic police arrived.

After assessing the situation, they determined that Freya was at fault for changing lanes and colliding with another vehicle.

Freya pursed her lips, casting a glance at Ethan's car.

"Officer, I have a question for you. Which offense is more serious: speeding or improper lane changes?"

The police officer regarded her sternly. "Naturally, speeding is."

"Exactly. This gentleman just ran a red light, estimated at a hundred miles per hour. While my lane change was wrong, his behavior is even more shameful.

"I may have been talking on the phone while driving, but this gentleman was kissing and driving, which is far more dangerous."

Ethan's complexion changed.

How did Freya know he was kissing while driving?

Freya quickly dispelled his confusion.

"Dude, you still have lipstick on your lips. Also, my dashcam captured it all!"

The traffic police checked Freya's car's recorder and indeed witnessed Ethan's various infractions.

One of the officers slapped his thigh in anger. "Both of you, come with me to the police station. Your reckless driving not only violates traffic rules but also tarnishes the city's reputation."

Thus, Ethan and his new girlfriend were escorted to the police station for re-education.

As Freya was talking on the phone while driving, she also accompanied them.

Upon learning that his wife was in legal trouble, Bradley abruptly concluded the meeting and headed straight to the police station.

Arriving with an imposing presence, accompanied by several bodyguards. His handsome face showed no expression.

His cold aura was very oppressive. As he removed his sunglasses, his deep black eyes swirling like ink.

At that moment, Freya emerged from the educational hall.

The traffic officer persisted in advising her, stressing, "You mustn't drive like this again. It's highly risky. We're fortunate it's only a minor traffic incident. If it had led to fatalities, the consequences would be far more severe than just a lecture."

Bradley grew increasingly unhappy with the traffic officer's stern tone.

He stepped forward, his lean hand encircling Freya's waist, narrowing his eyes at the officer.

"Honey, what are you doing here?"

Freya was taken aback to see him there.

"Why didn't you inform me about the traffic accident immediately?" His tone was cold, devoid of any hint of reliance.

"It was so sudden, I... I forgot."

"Are you hurt?"

He furrowed his brows, his eyes filled with concern.

"No."

"Go wait for me in the car. I'll speak with this officer and join you later."

Freya didn't dare to refuse, fearing to provoke his anger, so she obediently went to wait in the car.

Bradley and the traffic police went to the lounge to have some tea.

The officer was intimidated by his imposing presence, his expression changing drastically.

He knew exactly who this big shot was, the CEO of Austin Group, who controlled much of the capital's economy. Not only was he ruthless in his actions, but he was also reckless in his conduct.

Now that he sought him out, could it be that he wanted to retaliate against him?

"Mr. Austin, Mrs. Austin's situation has been resolved, and she is not at fault..."

"Did you just scold her?"

The man folded his hands together, his eyes dark and cold, his expression grim.

"No, no, I didn't dare. I was merely advising her on traffic safety..."

"Is that right? Your demeanor was quite rude."

The traffic officer found himself speechless under the interrogation; it was clear this man had come to reprimand him.

As sweat trickled down his forehead, the phone suddenly rang.

It was a call from higher authorities.

"What's happening in your department? Do you even have jurisdiction over the Austin family members? How are the two culprit now? Skip the counseling; take them straight to the police station for detention. Keep them locked up for at least a year or more."

The traffic officer felt a sense of fear and unease. Before he could respond, the voice on the other end continued, "Moreover, because of your unfavorable decision, I nearly lost my job and faced an investigation. For the next month, you'll be assigned to direct traffic. Start immediately."

Before the traffic officer could say anything, the call abruptly ended.

He glanced at Bradley, feeling powerless. It was evident that this influential figure had applied pressure on his superiors.

"Mr. Austin, I'll accept the punishment. Please take your time."

The traffic officer left the lounge and relayed the instructions to the captain.

The captain promptly escorted Ethan and his girlfriend to the police station.

"What did we do wrong? We were just speeding; we didn't commit any serious offense. Why are you arresting us?"

"Why? It's because you implicated me. You'll be spending a year or more in the station."

"But we didn't break any laws!"

"Perhaps not, but you've offended the wrong person."

Ethan's face turned pale with anger.

It hadn't even been three months since he came out of prison; now he was returning again?

It was all because of Freya, that contemptible woman. She was behind all of this.

Ethan clenched his teeth in frustration.

If only he had driven faster and run her over.

Outside the police station.

Not seeing Bradley emerging for quite some time, Freya grew concerned that he might be causing trouble. She was on the verge of stepping out of the car to check on him.

Just then, he emerged from the building.

Towering close to six feet in height, he stood as straight and sturdy as a pine tree. His long, powerful legs were evident even beneath his black shirt, which barely concealed his muscular physique. His impeccably sculpted face exuded a frustratingly charming aura.

With each step he took towards her, it felt like a scene from a blockbuster film, causing Freya's cheeks to flush and her heart to race uncontrollably.

In the next instant, his strong hand wrapped around her waist, drawing her into his embrace.

"No one will dare to reprimand you in the future. Bradley's woman is meant to be cherished. Anyone who dares to mistreat you will face dire consequences!"

Freya couldn't help but let out a sigh.

So, this man had just scolded the traffic police?

Having power and influence didn't excuse unjust protection. After all, she had been in the wrong, and the traffic police were innocent.

"Honey, what will you do about Ethan?"

She believed Bradley wouldn't let Ethan off lightly. After all, Ethan was someone who never learned his lesson and needed to be dealt with.

"He's already been taken to the police station, detained for a year or so. We'll ensure he learns his lesson behind bars!"

The man smirked slyly, a glint of ruthlessness in his eyes.

Freya pursed her lips. So, he had developed a new tendency; he was fiercely protective of her, unwilling to tolerate any mistreatment towards her. He could be merciless towards those who harmed her.

Initially, she had only wanted Ethan to be detained for a few days, but he had taken matters into his own hands, sending him straight to prison, orchestrating quite the surprise.

She wiped away a bead of sweat. Once Ethan was inside, it would be difficult for him to get out.