Remember Me, Baby.
Protecting him

Injan Entertainment's.

The faces of the shareholders seemed satisfied as they walked out of the meeting room. Apparently their concern about the CEO's ability to lead the company proved to be just excessive anxiety. The presentation given earlier was very satisfying. In just a period of less than a month, Injan Entertainment's development had already passed the previously set target. That was more than enough to prove Hansel Roux's ability.

Hansel came out last from the room. He saw the clock on his wrist, it was almost one o'clock in the afternoon. It didn't feel tight this time for long.

The man loosened the tie ties and walked towards his office. It was fortunate that the meeting this time went smoothly even though his mind branched out. I don't know why Cecille's childish and stubborn face has been bothering her ever since. He was a little curious, how old was that girl really? From her appearance, she looked like a spoiled and sulky 22-year-old girl, but also acted like an arrogant and haughty Big Miss. Really interesting blend.

Hansel opened the office door and walked towards his chair which was by the window. He took off the suit, then leaned back on the chair while closing his eyes. The corner of his lips was pulled upwards. His fingers tapping on the table suddenly stopped. He took his cell phone and typed a message.

How are you doing? Is it better?

Send.

Shortly after, his phone shook. A reply message appears in the pop-up.

Wh who?

The grin on Hansel's face grew wider. Really a haughty girl. Even replying to messages is this short.

Ck. Stupid girl, it's me. Has your mother come?

Hansel waited, but his phone didn't ring anymore. He stood up and leaned against the window, then looked at the phone in his hand like he was checking a very important company document.

Five minutes passed without reply. Hansel's eyebrows are tied to the forehead. Should he send another message asking what the foolish girl was doing so as not to reply to her message? Or just call him? But does it not look too flashy? Too pushy.

“It is better to wait,” muttered the man while twirling the phone in his hand.

He sat back down and opened the file on the table, trying to read it carefully. However, his eyes glanced at the phone impatiently.

Goddamnit! Really can't concentrate!

The man got up and started walking back and forth in the middle of the room, confused to decide whether to text again or just call. Then he suddenly stopped when he realized why he had to be agitated because of the damned girl? Not returning the message, yes!

“What does he think he is? Huh,” his grunts with a sour face.

Hansel turned around and stepped back into his chair, along with that voice, there was a slight rush of knocking. Shortly afterwards, Betty's head poked out from behind the door even though she had not told him to enter.

“Sorry, Sir, there's a call from the police station.” Betty's face looked pale and nervous.

“Marquess of Alrico and her daughter arrested on charges of molestation of Bryan Scoth. You are also charged for conspiring with them. The police are on their way here,” he added again while squeezing his hands restlessly. Injan Entertainment recently stood up, if hit by rumors slanted because the CEO is in trouble with the law, fearing it will affect their reputation.

Hansel's face turned grim. Just deserve ....

“I will contact the company lawyer for—“

Betty was stunned and confused, but still nodded politely and left the room without much questioning. After the door in front of him closed, Hansel's gloomy eyes turned cold. His hands clenched tightly until his veins protruded on the surface of the skin.

Bryan, that bastard. It is also good ....

Hansel walked to his desk and opened the drawer. He felt at the top and pressed the small circle touched by his index finger. A secret box opened from the side. There are three pistols and a cell phone with an old-fashioned model. He took a cell phone and turned it on. As soon as the object was alive, he typed in a message and sent it to the only number in contact.

Bring Bryan Scoth here.

After sending a message, Hansel turned off his phone and returned it to its original place. When the small box was pushed to the side, it only saw stationery and various invoices in the drawer. He sat down quietly and continued his work.

His calm was not disturbed at all when two uniformed officers arrived at his office to confirm the beating he had taken last night at Berlyn’s Club.

“I only protect Cecille. The bastard tried to rape her.”

“But according to Bryan Scoth, he just got drunk and went wrong in the toilet. You suddenly came and beat him up out of blind jealousy. Rightly so?” ask a policeman who is bullish.

“I beat him up because he beat Cecille first. You can't see it? Otherwise, just check the CCTV camera footage.”

“No bruising on Miss Cecille's body, and again .. CCTV cameras record nothing. The camera was broken two days ago. The manager hasn't had time to fix it.”

Hansel's forehead is wrinkled. No bruising? Maybe because of the drug? CCTV damaged .. heh ... Bryan Scoth's ability is not too bad, but still far less when compared to him ....

“Because you have admitted the violence, please come with us to the office,“ said the bongsor police officer. He first stood up, followed by his partner who looked more quiet.

“Good ...” Hansel woke up and followed the two people calmly. He told Betty to put down any rumors that might come up because she left with two policemen under her guard.

Upon arriving at the police station, his gaze immediately fell on Cecille who was sitting in the waiting room. The Marquess and his wife were nowhere to be seen, seemingly unfinished for questioning. As their eyes met, the girl looked at him with a grievous look, like an oppressed little rabbit and asked for protection.

“Wait a minute,” Hansel's plea to two policemen escorting him.

He immediately approached Cecille who was standing with teary eyes. It really looks so pitying. Hansel reached out and examined the girl's arm. The bruise is gone, the cheeks are no longer swollen.

“Mama who gave medicine,” obviously the girl without question, “Know this, just let it remain bruised and swollen ..”

Hansel smiled faintly and slipped golden hair curls behind Cecille's ears as he muttered softly, “Take it easy, he won't bother you anymore.”

Cecille's eyes are breaking. Hansel's voice was very slow, he had to focus all his auditory senses to understand what the man in front of him had just said. However, before he could react, Hansel had already turned around and walked with the police towards the interrogation room.

What did that guy mean just now?

Cecille squeezed his hands nervously. Is Hansel Roux trying to protect her?

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