My Anti-hero Fairy System-Chapter 62. Hemridge Police Station

"Tell me, Hagrit. Is that a good sign? Could it mean she’s actually considering making me a man again?" Cara pressed before Hagrit would respond.

[I honestly don’t know, but if she’s willing to talk to you directly instead of using me as her messenger, that could mean she’s considering it.]

Cara’s eyes lit up with excitement, and she spoke aloud, "I can’t wait to hear from her."

[Yes, it’s good news. I truly hope she gives you what you want.]

"I hope so too," Cara murmured to herself.

[Now, on to the next thing. When do you plan to complete the mission?]

"I’ll try to wrap it up in the next two days. Getting Jackie to sleep with me won’t be hard, but getting Rudy to catch us in the act? That’ll be tricky—he rarely comes to the diner," Cara replied thoughtfully.

[You’ll figure it out. You always do.]

Cara turned off the shower, rinsing away the soap, and stepped out of the bathroom. She dried off with a towel, slipped into a red shirt and denim pants, and let her long black hair fall loose over her shoulders. Feeling refreshed and ready, she left her room and headed downstairs to the sitting room.

There, she saw Lucrecia standing by the door, clutching her luggage with a forlorn expression. It was clear she was about to leave.

"Hey, what’s going on?" Cara asked, feigning innocence.

"Ma’am, the boss just fired me, and it’s all because of you. You did this to me!" Lucrecia snapped, her voice shaking with anger.

Cara could sense her fury even without reading her mind, but she maintained her calm.

"I’m sorry, but how is this my fault? We both enjoyed ourselves. I didn’t force you, did I?" Cara asked, her tone neutral.

"You came on to me! I couldn’t resist! If you hadn’t ... .if you hadn’t, I’d still have my job!" Lucrecia exclaimed.

Cara raised an eyebrow, her gaze piercing. "Oh, maybe if you weren’t sleeping with your boss, he wouldn’t be so jealous that he’d fire you for being with someone else under his roof."

Lucrecia froze, her face draining of color. "That’s a lie. I would not do such a thing," she said, though her voice wavered.

Cara smirked. "You thought you were smart? You and Rudy actually thought you were being slick. But I knew all along, Lucrecia. I’ve just been waiting for the right time and place to mess you up."

Lucrecia’s lips parted in shock as realization dawned. "That’s why you chose the study?" she whispered, horror creeping into her voice.

Cara let out a laugh, sharp and unapologetic. "You’re catching on. Now, pack up and get out, bitch."

Feeling defeated, Lucrecia turned and wheeled her luggage out of the house. Cara sank into the sofa, watching with satisfaction as the maid disappeared through the door.

[Do you hate her?] Hagrit asked.

Cara’s voice softened slightly. "Not really. But she was going to be a threat to Arlene sooner or later. If she didn’t have ambitions of becoming the lady of the house, I wouldn’t have done this to her. She needed to learn a lesson."

As if on cue, Cara’s phone began to ring. She glanced at the screen—an unfamiliar number. Curious, she answered.

"This is a collect call from the police station. Do you intend to accept the charges?" the automated voice asked.

Cara frowned. The only person she knew in lockup was Travis. "Yes, I’ll accept."

A moment later, Travis’s voice came through. "Hey, Cara, I need your help. Please, come to the station."

Cara’s brow furrowed. "How could I possibly help you? And even if I could, why would I?"

"Please, I’m begging you," Travis pleaded. "I’m innocent of what they’re accusing me of, and I know only you can help."

Cara hesitated. She knew he was telling the truth, but helping him could jeopardize Ashley’s plans to take over the Wesley family business. Still, her curiosity got the better of her.

"I’ll be there in thirty minutes. You’d better not waste my time," she said curtly before hanging up.

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Arriving at the station, Cara took in the familiar chaos of the environment. It bore a striking resemblance to the station where Sylvester had worked in his past life. Officers guzzled coffee, others wolfed down burgers, and a few discreetly sipped alcohol from hidden flasks. The scene stirred old memories,Sylvester being bullied, treated like a joke, and never earning the respect he deserved. Cara shook off the bitterness, forcing herself to focus.

She approached the counter where a policewoman stood, a striking yet no-nonsense figure with short blonde hair and a butch demeanor.

"Good afternoon, officer. My name is Cara Bolton, and I’m here to see Travis Wesley," Cara said, her tone polite but firm.

The policewoman gave Cara a once-over, her expression skeptical. "Are you one of his lawyers? They keep coming and going today."

"No," Cara replied, keeping her face unreadable. "I’m his stepsister. He asked to see me. I believe he has something important to share, possibly something relevant to the case."

The officer seemed to deliberate for a moment, then nodded. "He’s in a holding cell. You’ll only be able to talk to him through the bars. Walk through the metal detector. Once you reach the bullpen, you’ll see him."

"Thank you," Cara said with a curt nod before making her way through the security checkpoint.

The metallic beep of the detector and the hum of fluorescent lights guided her steps. It wasn’t long before she spotted Travis, seated on a bench inside the cell. His face lit up the moment he saw her, relief washing over his features.

"Cara," he said, standing up and gripping the bars. "Thank you for coming."

She stopped a few feet from the cell, crossing her arms. "Yeah, here I am. What’s this about? How can I help you?"

Travis exhaled sharply, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Okay, straight to the point then. I think someone’s setting me up, and I need you to look into it before whatever they’re doing sticks."

Cara raised an eyebrow, her intrigue piqued. "Who do you think is setting you up?"