Chapter 6:
At Spencer King's Penthouse**
Inside a luxurious, high-rise apartment nestled in the heart of the city, the soft hum of a jazz saxophone echoed through the open-concept space. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased the glittering skyline, but Spencer King wasn't paying attention to the view.
He stood by the sleek glass bar, pouring himself a glass of vintage red wine. The ruby liquid shimmered under the warm pendant lights. With slow, deliberate movements, he brought the glass to his lips and took a sip.
But even the wine couldn't distract him.
His eyes narrowed slightly as his thoughts drifted—again—to her.
Jessica Cooper.
He had seen countless women in his life—elegant, intelligent, manipulative, sweet. But none left an impression the way she had. Fiery, impulsive, yet clearly broken beneath the surface. There was something about her that lingered in his mind long after she left a room.
And today… what he witnessed outside that bar, the fight, the chaos—it hadn't left his head all evening.
He set the glass down with a soft clink and walked over to his desk. A few files lay open—reports from his assistant, surveillance stills, investigation summaries. Spencer had always believed in gathering all the facts before making a move.
And now the facts were crystal clear.
That woman she fought with—Chelsea Kelly—set her up.
Spencer clenched his jaw. He could still remember the look in her eyes—fury and pain masked behind pride.
Without another thought, he stood up.
His chair scraped softly against the hardwood floor. He moved with purpose, already pulling off his lounging sweater and replacing it with a fitted black jacket. Every motion was efficient. Crisp. Intentional.
He grabbed his keys.
Seconds later, he was in the underground parking, sliding into the driver's seat of his luxury car. The engine roared to life with a deep, throaty purr. He gripped the wheel and pulled out of the garage, tires kissing the asphalt with purpose.
The city lights passed in a blur as he drove, his thoughts razor-focused.
This woman is trouble, he thought.
But maybe she's the kind worth getting into.
He didn't care what hour it was. He didn't care what protocol said.
He was heading to the police station.
Because something told him Jessica Cooper shouldn't be spending the night in there—not when she had been the one wronged.
Not on his watch.
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At the detention center, Cecilia Cooper sat wide awake, lost in thought.
"Jessica Cooper, who is Jessica Cooper?" Suddenly, a loud female voice rang out.
Startled, Jessica hesitated for a moment,
but despite her confusion, she responded, standing up, "That's me."
The middle-aged female officer stared at her for several moments before muttering under her breath, "I wonder what good karma she must have accumulated in her past life to have such
good fortune!"
The officer's voice was too low for Jessica to hear clearly, and by that time, she had already opened the prison door, saying, "Let's go."
Go where?
With a sense of confusion, Jessica followed the officer
down the hall.
She never expected to be led to the chief's office, where two other people were present.
The man sitting directly opposite her was clearly the chief, dressed in a police uniform, while the handsome man in a black coat standing with his back to her exuded
elegance and arrogance.
But why did that back seem somewhat familiar?
Jessica Cooper stared at his back for three seconds, and then her eyes widened in disbelief. How... how could it be him?
"I'll take her now,"
Spencer King said coolly.
"Thank you for coming all this way, Mr King. You really could have just called," the director said, his tone dripping with flattery.
With a long finger, Spencer extinguished his cigarette and turned to walk out of the room.
Jessica stood frozen, still biting her lip in shock, trying to make sense of the situation unfolding before her!
As they brushed past each other, Spencer paused, turned around, and raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you coming?"
"Right, I'm coming," she quickly replied, lifting her
head.
Spencer nodded, his gaze sweeping over her before he took the lead.
She had imagined this moment countless
times, but she never expected it would be him taking her out!
Step by step, Jessica followed closely behind him, her eyes landing on his broad, sturdy back. She bit her lip, her thoughts drifting.
Why did he come here to take her away?
She quickly called out to the tall figure ahead, "Wait a moment, Mr. King!"
Spencer King paused for what felt like the umpteenth time that night, a hint of impatience etched on his brow. "What is it?"
She stepped forward and
"Thank you!" Cecilia Cooper said gratefully.
I won't want the company I'm investing in to have a scandalous heiress " He mocked.
Holding back,she just smiled thanking her saviour. Sincerely
How about I treat you to a dinner,to thank you." Jessica said .
Tomorrow at the same bar, let's sign the contract and have dinner afterwards" he said entering his car.
Thank you one more time,Mr King" Jessica bowed.
If you're too grateful then you can treat me,More than just a dinner " he suggested with a smirk, driving off
Leaving Jessica standing there all flustered..