Chapter 305

Adrian Roland blocked her with a single sentence.

Stella Valentine clutched her phone, staring at Victor Lefèvre's number. This was the seventh attempt.

Still switched off.

For two whole days, Victor had vanished without a trace.

That afternoon, two police officers arrived at Brilliant Star Group.

"Miss Stella Valentine?" The lead officer flashed his badge. "We received a report of violent coercion. We need your cooperation."

William Rubenstein had actually gone to the police.

She gestured for her assistant to prepare tea and led the officers to the conference room.

"Do you know William Rubenstein?"

So that was the PIG's real name.

She nodded. "A long-standing client."

"He claims you and another man assaulted him at the hospital."

Stella recounted the events truthfully.

"...He threatened me with a knife first."

The officer took notes. "Surveillance footage confirms that. But the man who intervened kicked him hard enough to cause a concussion. We need to locate him."

Her fingers turned icy. "I'll cover all medical expenses."

"We can't close the case without the suspect's statement."

A knock interrupted them.

"Mr. Roland is here," the secretary announced.

Stella shot to her feet. "Tell him to leave the documents and go."

"In such a hurry to dismiss me?" Adrian already stood in the doorway.

His gaze swept over the officers, comprehension dawning instantly.

Stella lunged into his arms, grabbing his hand to wrap around her waist.

The hem of his trench coat perfectly concealed his right hand.

"Your assistant could've delivered the papers," she cooed, tilting her face up.

Adrian tightened his hold, pressing her against his chest. "Wanted to see you."

She blinked rapidly behind his back.

"The police are here about William Rubenstein," she whispered shakily.

Adrian stroked her back. "That trash deserves worse."

"It's all on camera."

"My wife has been terrified," he told the officers. "Haven't slept properly since."

The secretary's eyes bulged.

Wife?!

"You're married?"

"With two children." Adrian smiled.

"Do you own a motorcycle?"

"We have family vehicles." He feigned confusion. "Is a motorcycle relevant?"

The senior officer stopped his colleague. "We're done for today."

Stella's legs trembled as she escorted them out.

The moment the door closed, she wrenched free.

"That was an emergency—"

"More like wish fulfillment." Amusement glinted in his eyes.

She hissed, "How dare William file a report?"

"His injuries were severe this time." Adrian suddenly frowned. "You said 'last time'? Who hurt him before?"