Fleeing the Gilded Cage Don't Want to be the Billionaire's Wife novel Chapter 11

Now that she was here, Martina couldn't just leave directly. Fortunately, she had never seen this kind of special performance before, so she just considered it as refreshing her eyes.

These dancers were truly professional and quickly became lively both on and off stage. And the audience were screaming and crazy for them.

One of them even focused his attention on Martina, as if he had seen some rare treasure. The next second, he came up to Martina and asked in a low and sexy voice, "Miss, would you like to come on stage and dance with me?"

Martina's face stiffened as she felt the gaze of many people falling on her, and she instinctively shook her head to refuse. "No, thank you."

But this man was persistent and refused to let it go. "I rarely see such a beautiful woman like you. Don't be shy. It's a very precious chance."

Martina's face stiffened again. Just as Elena was about to say something, a sudden and strange commotion came from behind!

"Stop! Everyone! Turn off the music! We are the policemen!"

With the sound of police reprimands, the scene was finally brought under control. Many people instinctively wanted to run, but both the front and back doors, as well as the windows, were blocked and there was no escape.

Even if they wanted to run, they had to see if they had wings first.

Martina was also very innocent, especially since she was being pulled by the dancer who invited her just now by the wrist.

This scene was immediately overinterpreted by the police.

Not long after, they were taken to the police station. Someone specifically questioned Martina alone, "What were you doing at the nightclub?"

Martina had no expression on her face. "I was watching the performance."

"Then what is your relationship with that dancer? Do you know that he is a suspect? He is highly suspected of taking advantage of young girls' admiration to rape several women, including minors."

Martina really didn't know him.

She was a bit surprised but felt fortunate that she was still lucky. "I didn't know before, but now I do," she said.

Despite repeated questioning, Martina refused to admit any connection with those people.

The police continued to ask, "Show your ID. We need to make a record and conduct a deeper investigation into your background information. Once everything is clear, we will return your ID to you, and you can go back temporarily."

Martina nodded in agreement, ready to comply, but suddenly realized that she had left her ID behind in her hurry to leave. "I happened to forget my ID. Do you believe me, officer?" she said with a slightly embarrassed look on her face.

The police officer didn't believe her. After all, Martina was already somewhat "involved" with those people, and now she didn't have an ID, which made the police doubt her even more.

Martina understood the police officer's expression and tone and said somewhat helplessly, "So...does that mean I can't go back?"

The police officer was about to respond when he might have been moved by Martina's sincere and lovely expression and softened his tone a bit.

"Or maybe you can ask your friend to bring your ID over, then you can go back," suggested the police officer.

Martina furrowed her brows tightly. In this big city, Elena was her only close friend. But now, she had also been taken here. Who else could help her?

Another young police officer was suspicious and said, "Miss, why are you so hesitant? Could it be that you're not yet 18 and afraid to take it?"

Martina was speechless. After all, she did look quite young. Even if she claimed to be under 18, there were plenty of people who would believe her.

"Well then, why don't you make a phone call to your family? We police officers are understanding," said the officer.

Martina became even more helpless.

Her father was so far away from LA, how could he come over? It was simply wishful thinking!

But besides her father, who could prove her identity?

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