Chapter 244 Respect Her Choice

At the Secret Service center,

After taking care of the bald man and brief interrogation, it was eleven in the night when Senon returned to the center to prepare a report for the case.

Nobody was in the office room, so he made himself comfortable with a lollipop in his mouth and headphones on over his ears. It took him half an hour to complete and print the report on paper. He stood up and turned to reach the printer when he gasped looking at Jason standing like a ghost.

"Chief…" He furrowed as he breathed to calm his sudden spike in heartbeats.

Jason spoke when Senon removed his headphones. "Did Officer Owen ask your help to save the two Wilsons? Or did she fool you?" His voice held no emotions and asked seriously.

Senon had been to the suite where the drug was going on. He had erased the leftover evidence of two Wilsons so that Anya's name wouldn't come up anywhere.

But he had forgotten Jason just pretends to be unknown whenever they tried to hide anything. "Chief, don't tell me you are going to trouble Skye for it. Anybody in her place would have done the same." Senon was worried about Skye.

Jason didn't expect his subordinate to be so slow that he hadn't realized it yet. He was the first to pick Anya's name when Senon wanted a lady cop to handle the model.

Jason uttered the words clearly, "Officer Senon, I didn't fire Skye, she resigned." He knew more than anybody, Senon loved working with Anya. So he revealed it to him.

He had thought Anya would return after Bernard's resignation but she got busy with her love life, new home, and her son.

He was going to give another, last try to bring her back. For that, he needed to know if she chose to cross the law or stood by her principles.

Senon was displeased to hear Skye's resignation. "What's the difference? She put in the papers because you–" He paused before understanding. "Why did Skye resign if not because of Alvin Matthews's arrival?" He asked in hysteria.

Jason merely propped his eyebrow and Senon quickly responded as he ran to the printer, "Chief, I indeed helped Skye. I was so surprised at first but Skye carried out all the legal procedures to release those siblings." He passed four papers to Jason.

Jason didn't have to check the papers to know what must have happened. Anya Owen would be restless as it wouldn't only put her but also Alvin in questioning positions. Considering her efforts to keep Alvin free from any legal actions during the stolen hard disk case, she would do anything to keep his name clean.

Anyway, he checked the acknowledge papers that had the acceptance of using drugs by teenagers, and other papers signed by parents as a guarantor for their kids' future actions.

Jason was left with no hope. She had a strong reason to work in the past - To protect Zane from the Matthews family, the livelihood of her son, and his education. Now, Alvin was there to support her and also protect her from the Matthews family.

Although he wanted Anya back on the team, especially to handle the massive missions meticulously, he decided to respect her choice.

But he was worried that the Chief Justice might end up doing something. Jason had warned Chief Justice but could he stop Chief Justice who has massive resources? No.

If Chief Justice tried something against Anya, Jason would also fear how Anya would take her revenge. Her silence these years wasn't her weakness. As simple and distant as she looked, he knew Anya was vengeful.

Senon anticipatingly looked at Jason to know about Anya's resignation but Jason returned the papers to Senon and left the room, saying nothing.

'Did he just fool me?' Senon was irritated at Jason's actions.

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In the study room,

Alvin couldn't believe he was working and letting the two watch movies in his bedroom, instead of throwing them out. He would have thrown Linus out without batting an eyelid, why didn't he do the same again?

He sighed recalling Zane's glare. If nothing, Zane was definitely holding a lot of grudges against him.

He focused on the work he had planned to do the next day. Some time had passed when the doors of the study room flung open. Despite guessing who it could be, he looked at Anya who marched with… an angry face?

Wait, he didn't barge into her room to separate her from her friend knowing she would be angry. Then what happened now?

His eyes fell on the door where Krystle looked inside the study room in amusement before closing the doors.

Alvin: "…"

He felt something amiss. Loudmouth would steal his Little Donut away rather than leave her with him. He looked at Anya's face, it was flushed red and her eyes looked fierce.

What is his Fierce Kitten up to?

He left the pen down and leaned back on the chair. Her grumpiness looked a bit different today. His lips gaped the very next second.

'Slap.' Drunk Anya slapped the table and demanded a response, "Why did you steal my wine?"

Krystle giggled silently pressing her ear at the barely open doors creak. It was going to be fun to see Alvin getting annoyed yet couldn't do anything to her friend.

Anya, who was seeing everything blur, failed to identify the man. She believed she was speaking with the waiter who stole their wine and wasn't taking their order. Of course, the story was by Krystle.

Alvin watched her carefully. She looked like an angry kitten ready to spread her claws to scratch his face. But the point is, when did he steal any wine? Why will he steal her wine? He could get her the whole wine…. Suddenly an image of Anya sheepishly raising a finger flashed in his mind, indicating she could handle only a glass of wine.

"Are you drunk?" The question slipped his lips before he could realize it.

Anya fiercely glared at him. She was aware of how men take advantage of drunk girls. So she said word for a word, "That's. None. Of. Your. Business."

Well, which drunk person accepts they are drunk?

Anya randomly threw her hand in the air and ended up pointing to the excavated items, "Go and bring my wine, Right. Now." She ordered loudly, as though trying to look threatening.

Alvin got the idea of the whole situation by looking at the grumpy child. Loudmouth sent his drunk Little Donut to him, by filling her little brain with some nonsense. He calmly stood up and approached her.

Anya stood rooted, with her chin high, showing that she wasn't scared of anybody. But as Alvin went closer and closer, her body naturally shifted to a defensive position.

Alvin had seen Ean and Linus drunk, yet they listened to him. So he didn't overthink. He thought to put her to sleep, "Let's go to bed."

Krystle, who was at the door, prayed for Alvin's safety and ran away.

Anya's grumpiness slowly turned cold, listening to the man calling her to the bed. As soon as she saw the man lift his hand to touch her, she grabbed it. She twisted his hand to his back and pressed him on the table. She used the force that Alvin wasn't ready for it.

Alvin: "…"

Alvin gritted his teeth. Anya Owen had control over her strength whereas drunk Anya Owen didn't. A buzzing pain shot through his nerves.

Anya snarled, glaring at his half face, "Were you thinking you can have your way with everyone?"

'Everyone!?'

Alvin: "…"

He didn't care about anyone but having his way with either drunk or sober Anya isn't easy. Should he be glad that she wouldn't be taken advantage of by anybody even when she is drunk?

But his hand was really under her mercy. Being careful, he tried to gently push her but she used more force against him. So he had to give a hard push as he turned around.

"Ahh…" Anya lost her footing and squealed.

Anyway, Alvin quickly caught her in time. Why was his Little Donut fierce when sober, fiercer when drunk?

How he wished her to be a sweet girl when tipsy and just snuggle in his arms on her will.

Anya's eyes flared thinking he purposefully pushed her to hold her. She looked at the arm around her waist and at the man who was pressing her body to his.

She jeered, "You wouldn't learn, would you?" She clenched her teeth and held his shoulders to balance herself and shoved her knee between his legs.