In the president’s office of Phoenix Entertainment Ltd, Nicholas Croft stood in front of the desk, confronting Hannah Hargrave, who was reclining in the executive chair, wearing only a white shirt in his hurried appearance.

When he received a call from Mei during a meeting, he heard that Sophie Foster had gotten into a car accident and grabbed the car keys from the assistant’s hand to leave the company. On the street in front of the supermarket, the offending vehicle was still stuck on the marble platform. In front of the vehicle lay a dark red pool of blood...

After inquiring about the situation, Nicholas Croft called Hannah Hargrave. Despite his sister being in such a situation, she was surprisingly calm. "I’m at the company; if there’s anything, come to my office and find me."

If it wasn’t for Mei saying the driver taken away by the police seemed drunk, Nicholas Croft would have suspected the accident was premeditated, an elaborate plan by his scheming sister, Hannah.

Hannah Hargrave leisurely twirled in the executive chair, elegantly crossing her legs, unconsciously fidgeting with a pen in her hands, laughing as she looked at the stern man opposite, "Nicholas, glaring at me won’t change anything, Sophie’s condition is critical, she’s undergoing emergency treatment at the hospital."

"Which hospital?" Nicholas Croft asked coldly, reluctant to speak more than necessary in front of Hannah.

Hannah chuckled lightly, slightly raising an eyebrow, "Well... it’s not convenient to tell you, but don’t worry, Sophie is my sister; I won’t mistreat her."

Hannah deliberately emphasized the word "mistreat," and from her refusal to disclose which hospital Sophie was at, Nicholas Croft understood she wouldn’t easily hand his wife over to him!

His hands clenched tighter at his sides, the bite marks on the side of Nicholas Croft’s handsome face were the result of forced suppression, gazing at the woman opposite him, with no excess emotion on his stern face, his words were interrogative.

"Why is it inconvenient to tell me? Don’t forget, I am Lara’s legal husband."

After Nicholas Croft spoke, Hannah Hargrave laughed, still leisurely spinning in the executive chair, her beautifully lined eyes studying Nicholas, the smile in her eyes carrying several distinct emotions.

"Though you are Sophie’s husband, don’t forget I am her family, legally I as her sister should be closer to her than you."

Nicholas Croft didn’t want to continue listening to Hannah’s nonsense, his handsome brows furrowed as he coldly asked, "Tell me your conditions."

"Hmm?"

Hannah feigned ignorance, raising her eyebrows, but the face with the exquisite makeup radiated complacency. It must be said this day was exhausting for her. After receiving the call, she changed into casual clothes, just waiting for Sophie Foster to have an "accident," so she as her sister could promptly arrive, if Nicholas Croft got to her first, then all her previous plans would be in vain.

"Nicholas, what are you talking about, I don’t quite understand?"

Nicholas coldly laughed, his probing dark eyes laced with mocking scorn, "Hannah, you refuse to tell me which hospital Lara is in just to strike a deal with me? Tell me, what will it take for you to give Lara back to me!"

After Nicholas finished speaking, Hannah feigned a sigh, continuing to fiddle with the pen in her hand while ponderously furrowing her brow, then suddenly looked towards Nicholas, her gaze sharp and calculating, clearly about to utter shameless terms, yet still speaking gracefully and rationally.

"Nicholas, actually I don’t want to take advantage of someone, but blame it on fate being too fair, realizing Sophie snatched my man so today I got such an opportunity. At that time, I accidentally witnessed her having a car accident, hence..." Hannah tried hard to distance herself from the "accident," while on the opposite side Nicholas was already impatient with her nonsense, coldly interrupting her, "Get to the point!"

Seeing Nicholas’s impatience, Hannah stopped beating around the bush, restraining her smile, she put down her long legs and straightened her posture in the executive chair, slightly raising her chin, unyielding as she said, "Since things have come to this, I’ll be direct, divorce Sophie, marry me, and I’ll return her to you!"

Nicholas squinted his dark eyes, looking at the woman opposite him who seemed fearless, suddenly smirking, uttering two words with his thin lips, "Dream on!"

Then, he turned around and walked out in big strides.

Watching the door being slammed shut, Hannah smirked lightly and raised her eyebrows, muttering to herself, "Dream on? Just wait and see!"

Leaving Hannah’s office, Nicholas hurriedly started making calls before exiting Phoenix Entertainment’s office building. Nathan Moore was currently in Capital City, overwhelmed with things regarding his woman, so Nicholas called Felix Shaw, "Felix, Lara has been in a car accident, you and Tiff help find out which hospital Hannah has sent her to... Hmm, I’ll wait for your news."

After finishing the call with Felix Shaw, Nicholas called Evander Lancaster, "Evander... you know a lot of colleagues, help find out which hospital Lara is in..."

Exiting Phoenix Entertainment’s office building, Nicholas was incessantly on calls, his handsome face tense, though his demeanor didn’t betray any panic, the terrifying scene kept flashing before him, the dark blood stains covered large areas of the bluestone ground, their baby probably...

As he opened the car door and sat in the driver’s seat, Nicholas ended his last call, started the engine, and headed for the police station.

In the temporary interrogation room at the police station, the man’s head was bandaged, a white mesh cap covering it, despite causing such a big accident, this perpetrator was not seriously injured.

Sitting opposite the police, his bloodshot eyes were dazed, his swaying body unstable, clearly showing signs of drunkenness.

"Tell me, how much did you drink?" the policeman opposite sternly asked.

The man swayed, his tongue dragging as he spoke, "S...seem...like...uh...half a bottle..."

The policeman furrowed his brow, "What kind of liquor?"

"Ol...d...whi...te...spir..."

"Why did you drive after drinking? Do you realize what you did is illegal! It not only disrupted public order but also caused harm to others, you will be held criminally responsible!"

"I... my wife thinks I’m useless... I’m feeling bad... so I drank!" the man stuttered, with each word he leaned forward, evidently very drunk.

The policeman found such drunkards most troublesome, unable to get a coherent answer after asking for ages, he sighed with a furrowed brow, rose to leave with the notepad.

In the chief’s office, Nicholas sat in a leather chair, eyes cast down deep in thought, when someone knocked on the door, the policeman from earlier walked in.

Chief Li looked up, "How is it? Was anyone instigating?"

Officer Zhao shook his head, "He said he was scolded by his wife, in a bad mood."