Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1202 - 1180: The Divorce Agreement Is Now in Effect

Chapter 1202: Chapter 1180: The Divorce Agreement Is Now in Effect

A policeman raised his baton again and rushed over, trying to catch her.

In desperation, Qiao Yongyong grabbed something nearby and threw it at him!

"Ah—" a scream of agony!

The policeman who pounced fell to the ground, touching his forehead, he found a handful of blood.

What Qiao Yongyong grabbed happened to be an iron torture instrument.

The other two policemen, seeing their colleague injured, were furious, rushed forward, and without any hesitation, a baton landed on the frail girl’s back!

"Ugh..." She groaned in pain but still resisted fiercely, turning around to escape, when a policeman happened to grab her shoulder.

With a "creak," her dark blue detention center uniform tore open at the sound, revealing her shoulder, and due to the inertia of being pulled, she fell to the ground.

Her snow-white skin made the eyes of the two policemen turn red, as if stimulated, they exchanged glances and muttered a few words in the local Mexican dialect.

Having lived in Mexico for so many years, how could Qiao Yongyong not understand those two sentences:

"Didn’t expect Qiao Zonghan’s sister to be quite something."

"Indeed... her skin’s so tender it seems like it could drip water... just like a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl."

She felt a surge of nausea and, despite the pain in her legs from the fall, tried to get up.

One of them had already come over, leaning down, and used a stun baton to subdue Qiao Yongyong, yelling in English:

"Dare to run? Do you think you’re a guest at the police station?"

She felt this policeman taking advantage of the situation, groping her, her face changed, she began to struggle:

"Let go of me—what are you doing—be careful I report you— even if I’m your prisoner, I still have human rights! Let go!" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

The molestation of female prisoners by Mexican police was nothing new; there had even been scandals of female prisoners in jails being sexually harassed and impregnated by male guards.

She hadn’t expected such a thing to happen to her.

Yet the policeman continued to pin her down, sneering: "Report? Report what? Do you think anyone would believe the words of a prisoner like you? Human rights? A prisoner dares to challenge us about human rights? Are you joking?"

Her limbs were spread apart, the man’s heavy breath assaulted her, his ugly face loomed closer, growing larger in her sight, and the mocking cheers of the other two policemen beside her, she suddenly felt like a desperate little beast fallen into a valley...

Brother Yixiao, save me...

Salty tears leaked from her eyes...

Yet she knew, this was a daydream.

The man she most thought of at the moment was across the ocean, completely unable to save her.

She could only save herself.

Clenching her small fists tightly, suddenly, an unknown surge of strength came, she arched her knee and fiercely jabbed upwards at the man’s sensitive area—

"Ah, damn you, you little bitch!"

The Mexican policeman who was assaulting her cried out in pain, leaping up like a spring, clutching his lower half, collapsing on the ground, repeatedly screaming, unable to move anymore.

Another policeman was shocked, reflexively stepping forward and slapped Qiao Yongyong’s face.

Due to the excessive shock, she fell to the ground from the slap and completely fainted.

The policeman kicked in his vital area was still unsatisfied and kicked her heavily twice more:

"Dare to assault the police! You don’t want to live anymore! Serves you right for assaulting us, serves you!"

The other two policemen also stepped forward, preparing to pull out batons and whips to properly teach this disobedient female prisoner a lesson, when they heard the iron door creak open.

A colleague came over, seeing the scene in the cell, immediately said: "Stop hitting her. Take her back to the cell."

The three policemen stopped their actions, frowned: "What do you mean? The chief instructed us to bring her here for continued interrogation."

"I know, but the chief now wants you to temporarily stop, don’t continue the interrogation, take her back first."

The three looked at each other, quite puzzled: "What happened?"

"I don’t know. Stop dawdling, the chief instructed you to send her back to the cell, so send her back."

The chief was the head of the capital police department, who would dare say no?

The three policemen didn’t dare to ask more, carrying the unconscious Qiao Yongyong on the ground, sent her back to the cell.

***

Meanwhile.

On the other side of the police station.

The luxurious office of the chief, the style contrasted starkly with the crude environment of the detention center side.

The newly appointed Mexico City Police Department chief, in his forties or fifties, with a hooked nose, and eyes that exuded a certain sinister murkiness, was scrutinizing the oriental man standing in front of the desk.

The sofa was situated in a corner of the office, with the light shining through the window creating a dim backlight, casting a mysterious yet solemn glow over the figure on the sofa.

In the dim backlight, the man’s profile was perfect and regal, with a high nose bridge, tightly pressed thin lips, the whole contour like a tensioned powerful longbow ready to be released, his upper body toweringly upright like an arrow tower, limbs long and slender, his iron-gray suit fitting him seamlessly in golden proportions, one long leg crossed over the knee of the other, a polished bright British crocodile leather shoe suspended in mid-air.

Beside the man stood two guards in Chinese military uniforms, one on each side, as if they were attendants protecting an emperor.

The chief finally took a deep breath, doubtfully asked: "Mr. Nie, can you really make Qiao Zonghan plead guilty?"

In the backlight, the man’s fluent English was filled with ridicule: "You can choose not to believe it, but I’d advise you to trust me, because other than this, you have no other way. Compared to this little shrimp Qiao Yongyong, I think your target is Qiao Zonghan, right?"

The chief’s face tightened, he was right.

There were only a few days left before the trial; if Qiao Yongyong were really convicted, Qiao Zonghan would escape the ordeal.

That’s why he had his subordinates take that girl to an empty cell and scare her into changing her testimony.

Unexpectedly, while the interrogation was halfway through, the man before him arrived.

He could help the Mexican police station draw out Qiao Zonghan, even bring him to justice, the condition was, he wanted full authority to handle the case on behalf of the Mexicans.

This tempted the chief, but he was still hesitant: "I know about Mr. Nie’s relationship with the suspect Qiao Yongyong, you were married in China, you are husband and wife... is Mr. Nie really intending to help us this time, or is there some other purpose?"

Nie Yixiao’s eyelid moved.

The guard beside him spoke: "Does the chief think such a disgraced woman is still qualified to be the young madam of the Ning family, to lead a good life, yet still entangled with an unsavory past family, tarnishing the Ning family’s reputation."

The other guard took out a stack of papers from his pocket, placing it on the desk.

The chief looked over, it was an English version of a divorce agreement, already signed with the names Nie Yixiao and Qiao Yongyong.

Nie Yixiao sat up straight, his voice as cold as ice water: "The divorce agreement has taken effect. I have no relation to her anymore."