Chapter 149: There is No Way to Roast This Plot Twist

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Mason seized the initiative by standing up and questioning aggressively, "How are you walking? Blundering around blindly, what kind of place do you think this is? You've dirtied her clothes."

Speaking this way did not mean Mason actually thought the woman was at fault. It was just that, with his background as a judge, he was technically handling the case. He certainly couldn't let Lee Hyo-ri think he, the young master, was the one who caused the mess. Therefore, the only option was to strike first and frame it as "her fault."

The middle-aged woman remained silent. She crossed her arms and did not walk away, simply looking at the two of them with poised amusement.

This made Mason somewhat awkward, but he had to bite the bullet and continue, "What are you staring blankly for? Do you know who she is? Do you know who she is waiting for? She won't make you pay for dirtying her clothes, but the least you can do is apologize."

Seeing Lee Hyo-ri wearing large dark sunglasses that covered almost half her face in her customary celebrity style, the middle-aged woman remarked, "Oh, then who is she, and who is she waiting for? I'm genuinely interested to find out."

A flash of anger crossed Lee Hyo-ri's eyes, as she had originally not intended to ask the woman to compensate for the clothes. She removed her sunglasses and glared coldly at her.

The middle-aged woman paused slightly and said, "I was wondering who it was. Turns out it's someone from the Lee family?"

"You know me?" Lee Hyo-ri was also taken aback.

However, seeing Uncle Hua give a slight shake of his head, Lee Hyo-ri suppressed her temper.

Realizing this, the middle-aged woman said nothing more. She cast a sweeping glance at the group of spoiled young elites and prepared to walk away.

Mason continued to play the role of the devoted protector, calling out, "You're just leaving like this, without even a single apology? Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is? Do you know that Sir Carrington is my childhood best friend..."

Before he could finish, the middle-aged woman turned around, raised her middle finger, and said, "F*** you!"

Holy crap! Mason's expression changed drastically. He stood up and yelled, "Don't leave! It seems you don't want to hear polite words. Believe it or not, I can make a phone call and have the police come and take you in for questioning. Someone like you—if they just investigate, tell me there won't be any skeletons in your closet."

"You're going to... find the police to investigate me?" The middle-aged woman turned back around to look at them. "Fine, I've got nothing to do anyway. I'll wait and see how you manage to get the police to take me in."

Uncle Hua once again felt that something was amiss.

Mason glanced at Lee Hyo-ri and said loudly, "Alright, don't go anywhere. You'll find out what happens very soon."

"Mn, take your time. Hold your phone steady. Do you even know the emergency number?" the middle-aged woman asked.

This farce had attracted the attention of a growing crowd.

Most people capable of walking around the VIP section were either immensely wealthy or of high social standing, and a few of them recognized the middle-aged woman. They secretly found it amusing, waiting to watch these fools tear into each other.

If Carrington had been here, he would have pissed his pants in fright and offered profuse apologies long ago. Unfortunately, he happened to be wandering near Ni Feihong's vicinity, putting on airs.

Little Ma had no intention of getting involved in the dispute, but due to the venue layout, he had to pass right through this area to reach the restroom. Thus, Little Ma walked past with a helpless expression.

"Pardon me, please let me through."

The middle-aged woman, who was locked in a war of words with Lee Hyo-ri and her group, was blocking the aisle, prompting Little Ma to speak up.

The middle-aged woman stepped aside. However, as she turned to make way and inadvertently caught sight of Little Ma's face, she said, "It's you?"

"Uh, do we know each other?" Little Ma broke out in a cold sweat, searching his memory for a long time. He truly did not recognize this British woman, nor had he ever dreamed of her.

"It is you. I'm certain it's you," the middle-aged woman said with absolute certainty.

This left Little Ma even more puzzled. If she genuinely knew this body, her attitude definitely shouldn't be like this.

Unsure of what had gone wrong, Little Ma decisively suppressed his true self and resorted to his foolproof tactic of putting on a cold front, staring intently at her.

To no avail.

She wasn't afraid of Little Ma at all and felt that there was something wrong with his eyes.

"Aha! So you two were in it together! You were putting on an act in front of me to exploit a loophole!"

Lee Hyo-ri jumped to conclusions and loudly accused them. She had already suspected that Little Ma's group was plotting something, and now, seeing them coincidentally run into a conflict with this woman—and discovering that the woman actually knew Little Ma—everything clicked.

Once she connected the dots, Lee Hyo-ri had never been so furious. She pointed at the two of them and said, "I've seen your little routine of teaming up to put on acts too many times. You dare to try and frame me? I'll give you one last chance to admit your mistake. Once this moment passes, I'll make sure you regret ever being born."

The British woman retorted, "I'm waiting to see how you're going to make me regret it."

Brother Ma felt rather dizzy; this three-way mutual bashing match left him speechless. Consequently, Little Ma decided to keep a low profile and just watch Lee Hyo-ri and the British woman tear into each other. However, he still desperately needed to use the restroom, yet the two of them were standing around bickering and blocking the way. What was he supposed to do?

Mason had some connections, and his efficiency seemed exceptionally high. Shortly after, the police he called actually arrived—not just one, but a whole group.

Regardless of the country, the police always found a reason when they wanted to make an arrest. Ordinary people encountering such a situation would just wash their hands of it and give up. Even wealthy and powerful people who could afford top-tier lawyers would, once targeted by this kind of situation, become bogged down in countless rounds of tug-of-war and endless lawsuits, bringing a mountain of trouble upon themselves.

Mason and Lee Hyo-ri wore smug, schadenfreude-filled expressions, waiting to see the outcome for this middle-aged woman and that damn Chinese upstart. They might not lack money to appear here, but being targeted and doggedly pursued by the Lee family did not mean they could easily extricate themselves from the trouble.

However, the situation took a sudden turn.

After that group of aggressively marching private-duty police arrived, one of the commanding officers recognized the middle-aged British woman. In a flustered and panicked state, he hastily yanked his subordinates back.

The commander himself walked over very formally, stood at attention, and saluted the middle-aged woman, shouting, "Ma'am!"

Lee Hyo-ri and Mason looked at each other in blank dismay, temporarily unable to comprehend the situation. Turns out this woman was also in the police force?

They both looked toward another direction, hoping to catch a glimpse of Carrington for information, only to find that Carrington had already vanished without a trace.

Of course, the moment Carrington saw Lee Hyo-ri and the others bickering with the middle-aged woman, he had decisively hidden himself, pretending not to know them at all.

In his panic, the commanding officer turned his head and glared sideways at Mason, as if saying, "You've screwed me over."

Mason felt completely dizzy, but he also sensed that something was terribly wrong. He began to lose his nerve internally, pondering what kind of diplomatic pleasantries he could say to salvage the situation.

The middle-aged British woman glanced at the two Bath stars on the commander's shoulder insignia and asked, "Inspector."

"Present," he snapped back to attention.

"How is it that you're responding to a private call in a place like this?" the middle-aged British woman asked with a frown.

"Uh, well..." The inspector was extraordinarily awkward. He knew that when things couldn't be explained clearly, it was better to say nothing—just like when he usually arrested people and warned them, "Anything you say may be used as evidence against you."

A flash of anger crossed the middle-aged woman's face, and she changed her question: "Which unit do you belong to?"

The inspector stood at attention and saluted once more: "Reporting to Madam, I belong to the Criminal Investigation Department's Special Mobile Air Support Unit."

The middle-aged woman said coldly, "No wonder you're so cool, and so fast?"

The inspector wore an awkward expression.

The middle-aged woman said coldly, "Say something to convince me otherwise. Otherwise, I'm calling your Chief Inspector right now."

"Uh, well..." The inspector was extremely anxious. The moment she called the Chief Inspector, his career would essentially be over. What would happen to his entire family?

It was true he had raked in a fair amount of money over the years, but that wealth would also prove to be nothing more than an illusion. He had tried to throw his weight around too arrogantly this time, and if the woman in front of him gave a single order to "investigate," she would strip away his very underwear in no time.

Uncle Hua, standing beside Lee Hyo-ri, truly felt a chill run down his spine. He was even more certain than Lee Hyo-ri of who this middle-aged woman was. This was truly like a drama—an unforgettable sight.

Offending Olivia wouldn't get one killed, but having completely botched this matter, Lee Hyo-ri would basically be put into deep freeze within the family. From then on, she could forget about coming out to handle affairs or stirring up any more trouble; she would be reduced to a carefree socialite. Unfortunately, her personality was precisely the opposite. Uncle Hua had watched her grow up and knew very well that if things really came to that, Lee Hyo-ri might actually commit suicide.

Thinking of this, even though Uncle Hua had witnessed countless scenes and was exceptionally resourceful, in his panic, he found it nearly impossible to offer any constructive advice for this awkward situation.

Just as the inspector, Lee Hyo-ri, Mason, and the others were left with scalp-tingling terror and no idea how to respond, a new turning point arrived.

Olivia chose to ignore them and instead turned her malevolent gaze toward Brother Ma.

"Me?" Little Ma pointed at his own nose in astonishment. "What, did I offend you?"

Olivia narrowed her eyes and nodded, "There's a score I haven't settled with you yet. If you don't give me a clear explanation, I'll order your arrest right now."

What?!

This plot twist was simply beyond words.

Lee Hyo-ri and the others broke into wide grins. With this unexpected development, this damned bumpkin was drawing Olivia's hatred away, which would hopefully disperse her attention and give Lee Hyo-ri a chance to salvage the situation later.

Consequently, Lee Hyo-ri and Mason looked slightly relieved, poised and leisurely waiting to watch this Chinese fellow lock horns with Olivia.

Uncle Hua, however, thought somewhat differently. Putting aside whatever the matter was, the fact that this young man could sit here and start a conflict with Director Olivia meant he was no longer an "ordinary mortal." The numerous conflicts Miss Lee had previously had with him were likely anything but good news.