Untamed Charming Wife

Next to the ruins on No. 3 Ring Road, Kayla got out of the police car, drew her pistol, and pressed it unceremoniously against the door of the sports car in front of her.

The sports car’s tinted windows made it impossible to see the person inside, but that didn’t stop her from making an arrest.

Raising her elegant brows, Kayla commanded, “Get out!”

Ethaniel looked at the spirited young woman in a police uniform through the glass.

She had bright, lively eyes and attractive, understated features, exuding a wholesome, sunny beauty.

However,

Ethaniel narrowed his long eyes. She had crashed into his car and was now pointing a gun at him. It had been years since he had seen such a reckless “brave warrior.”

Seeing no response from the man inside, Kayla got angry. She kicked the car door and shouted louder, “I said get out!”

Ethaniel raised an eyebrow at her, ignoring the gun in her hand, knowing his car was fully bulletproof. He was curious to see what this little police officer would do next.

“Damn it! You won’t get out, huh?” Kayla fumed. “Fine, don’t regret this!”

She hated these rich guys, driving flashy sports cars and disrespecting the police! Arrogant to the extreme!

Kayla snorted coldly and turned her gun, slamming the butt against Ethaniel’s car window.

The gun butt was made of the hardest material, and any normal glass would have shattered to pieces.

Unexpectedly, the window didn’t budge!

Reinforced bulletproof glass!

Kayla’s bright eyes instantly turned cold. Ordinary people wouldn’t have bulletproof windows!

So, the person in the car, at the crime scene, blatantly resisting arrest, was definitely no ordinary person!

I don’t care who you are; you dare challenge me on my turf, let’s see how I deal with you!

Just as Kayla gritted her teeth, ready to take further action, the window slowly rolled down.

A sharply defined face appeared, with sunglasses covering two-thirds of it, showing only the graceful contours but not the full face.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Ethaniel turned his head, his slightly wavy tea-colored hair catching the light.

“What’s the matter?”

His voice was elegant and clear, not as deep as most men’s, very indifferent, with a hint of aloofness.

Kayla snorted coldly, holding the gun in one hand, and showing her badge with the other, “I’m Kayla, Deputy Leader of the Serious Crime Unit in Seatowne’s North District. You are suspected of involvement in a group brawl. Get out and cooperate with the investigation.”

“Investigate me, on what grounds?” Ethaniel looked at her, his voice icy, his gaze behind the sunglasses sweeping over her vibrant face.

Kayla rolled her eyes, “On the grounds that I’m a cop! You’re a suspect at a crime scene! So you’re coming with me for investigation.”

He’s a suspect?

The eyes behind the sunglasses narrowed, “Not now.”

“What?”

“I have other things to do,” he said coldly.

Oh, for crying out loud!

Kayla was completely astounded. In four years as a cop, she had seen all kinds of criminals, but none as arrogant as this one!

Kayla pressed her gun against him, “You have two choices: come willingly, or I’ll take you by force. You seem like a man of status, don’t push me!”

Ethaniel glanced impatiently at his watch, then took out his passport and tossed it to this persistent woman, “You’ve got the wrong person.”

Kayla glanced at the name on the passport, Ethaniel? Never heard before. She looked at the photo on the passport, then at Ethaniel with his sunglasses.

Damn, he’s definitely a liar!

The passport said this man was already thirty-one, but the photo and the guy didn’t look like a thirty-one-year-old!

Have you ever seen a thirty-one-year-old high school student?

This rude woman

Ethaniel’s sharp eyes darkened behind his sunglasses. He raised his hand and slowly removed them.

A stunningly handsome face was fully revealed, one that could take anyone’s breath away.