The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 554

Even the police couldn't stand it anymore. They wanted to get the man into the car before he provoked the cuckolded, beaten husband to death.

Penelope was just an onlooker, but even her sense of right and wrong felt a little offended.

To sleep with another man’s wife, beat the husband up, and then taunt him verbally—no decent human being would do something like that.

But just as the police were urging the man into their car, a woman in a black business suit with shoulder-length hair and an elegant face ran over.

“I’m his fiancée. You can talk to me about whatever’s going on.”

Penelope was shocked to see her.

Yvonne Bishop! It was Yvonne!

After she arrived, she glanced at the beaten man and the disheveled woman, then at the man sitting on the car hood. It seemed this wasn't the first or second time something like this had happened, because she immediately understood the situation.

“Officers, I’m sure this woman seduced my fiancé first. My fiancé is a normal man. Even if he slept with her, it’s not his fault.”

The two officers had already been stunned by the man's twisted values, but now his fiancée had managed to shock them again. Birds of a feather really do flock together; they were a perfect match.

The officers opened their mouths several times, but couldn't find the words.

Yvonne walked over to the beaten man and handed him her business card.

“I hope we can settle this privately. Once you decide how much money you want, just send me your account number.”

The man felt deeply insulted and was about to throw the card in Yvonne’s face, but then he glanced at it and hesitated when he saw the words ‘Executive Director of the Bishop Group’.

What did she just say? As much money as he wanted?

“Sir, you should trust that the law will bring you justice,” an officer said.

The man’s eyes darted around. “I, uh, we can just settle this privately!”

“Huh?”

“Actually, this was all a misunderstanding. I wasn't the one who called the police. This gentleman and I… we're friends!”

With that, the man clutched his ribs and gritted his teeth as he stood up.

“And I’m not hurt at all.”

Since the victim himself was saying this, what else could the police do but leave?

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