Chapter 882


    Chapter 882 Don’t Judge the Book by Its Cover


    “I’m telling the truth! Brendan, if you really are innocent, release Yuri, and let her talk to the police


    herself!” Christopher refused to give up because he was confident that Yuri was locked up against her


    will.


    “Alright.” Brendan shrugged indifferently. “As you wish.” aHe took out his phone and dialed the vi’s


    number. A few secondster, Yuri’s voice resonated from the other end of the line, “What’s the matter?”


    Brendan raised the phone with a smile and uttered tly, “Yuri, Mr. Edwards came to my house with a


    police officer. He insisted that I have imprisoned you. Please talk to them, will you?”


    Christopher snatched the phone out of Brendan’s hand and shouted agitatedly, “Yuri, are you listening?


    It’s me! Don’t worry. I’ve called the police. Just say that you’re locked up against your will, and we’ll get


    you immediately. You don’t have to be controlled by him ever again!”


    Unfortunately, it seemed like a cry for help was not in the cards for one Yuri today.


    “Yes, I can hear you.”


    Her tone of voice was light with a tinge of irritation. “I told you this morning. We broke up long ago, and


    Brendan treats me very well. My life is great. So, please stop pestering me.”


    “You’re saying that the police officer is also there, right? Sir, please listen carefully. Brendan is the


    father of my child, and we’re going to get married soon. I don’t want anyone to ruin our rtionship. We


    may be influential, but we are still citizens and obey thew just as citizens do. Please respect our


    privacy, and don’t believe in Christopher’s nonsense.”


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    Christopher was up in arms as he yelled into the phone, “No! Yuri, wake up! I’m helping you! If you go


    on like this, you’ll lose yourself. Yuri!”


    Beep! Beep!


    All that awaited Christopher was the merciless dial tone as Yuri ended the call.


    Christopher stared at the screen in utter disbelief as he squeezed the phone tightly. He was clutching


    onto it so tightly that his hand began to shake.


    He gritted his teeth as he tried to face the harsh reality for what it was before finally losing it. He


    pounced at Brendan swiftly and aimed a fist in his direction. “B*stard! What the hell did you do to


    Yuri?!”


    As he shouted, he lunged at Brendan. Nevertheless, Brendan had nimble reflexes as he defended


    himself, quickly grabbed Christopher by the neck, and shoved him against the sofa, sessfully


    restricting him.


    Madeline was so shocked by the abrupt fight that she shrieked and clutched her chest in fright. Then,


    she turned to the officer and reprimanded, “Detective Fowler, this is the man you brought to our home!


    Based on the circumstances, I think it’s only right for me to assume that you’vee here with ill


    intentions. Tell me which precinct you are from. I want to speak to your superior!”


    “No, please don’t, Mrs. Griffith! I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I should have investigated the case better


    before I came here. Please forgive me,” Detective Fowler apologized profusely. “Don’t worry. I’ll look


    into this case carefully and clear your name. Please forgive me and allow me to make up for my


    mistakes.”


    The Griffith Family was highly affluent. Just from theirpany’s revenue alone ounted for arge


    percentage of the country’s GDP. So, it was only a logical conclusion that they’re also a family that the


    government highly respected. Hence, if Detective Fowler received aint from them, it would ruin


    his career and life.


    “Don’t think you’re getting away so easily! I refuse to ept your apology. Hurry up and call your


    superior!” Madeline had been up in arms the whole time and finally had a chance to vent her anger, so


    she seized the opportunity like a shark scenting blood.


    On the other hand, Brendan had no intention of putting the police department in a difficult situation.


    Thus, he grabbed Christopher and handed him over to the officer. “Detective Fowler, I believe you’re


    not on Mr. Edwards’ side. Today, you and I are the victims of his false usation. Please take him back


    to the station and question him.”


    Detective Fowler heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Brendan was giving him an out of his


    situation. For that reason, he immediately handcuffed Christopher and avowed, “Don’t worry, Mr.


    Brendan. I’ll solve this case as soon as possible and ensure that this kind of thing will not happen


    again!”


    “Since we’ve solved the problem, I’ll take him back to the station. Excuse me.”


    Rightly fearing that Madeline would insist on talking to his superior, Detective Fowler nodded at


    Brendan and escaped with Christopher in tow.


    Madeline rolled her eyes in annoyance as she red at their departing figures. “Christopher looks like


    a gentleman, but I didn’t expect him to stoop so low! They’ve broken up, yet he is still bugging Yuri to


    this day! The people of old are wise by saying that we can never judge a book by its cover!”


    Then, she bustled over to Brendan, cupped his face, and checked on him. “Let me see. Did he hurt


    you?”


    “I’m fine.” Brendan pushed her away and said dispassionately, “I’m sorry for the inconvenience. Yuri is


    alone at home. I’ll be taking my leave now.”


    “Wait up.” Alexander stopped him. “Can I have a word with you?”


    Brendan lowered his eyes and thought for a while before nodding in agreement.


    “Let’s talk while we walk.”


    Alexander patted his shoulder and strolled out with his brother side by side.


    After he ensured that Madeline was not in hearing range, Alexander advised, “Sometimes, you can’t


    push a woman too far. Things may backfire when you are obsessed with the results.”


    Brendan nodded absent-mindedly. “I know what I’m doing. Don’t worry.”


    “Good.” Alexander nodded and changed the subject. “By the way, I think you should have received the


    news that the royal family of Yveltalia will be visiting our country soon. At that time, the prince and


    princess will select the most outstanding fashion designer and establish a brand for them as the first


    business coboration between the two countries.”


    “Yeah, I’ve heard a little about that,” Brendan remarked lightly.


    “Yveltalia and Cittadel just established diplomatic rtionsst year, and both countries are trying to


    find a bnce in this rtionship, which means that both sides will be lenient no matter how much


    money they pour in to make the coboration work. The profit of this project is huge. I want you to win


    the hearts of the royal family. Can you do that?” Alexander asked seriously.


    Brendan stopped in his tracks and sighed heavily. “Well, I wish I could give you a confident answer, but


    the designers from Yveltalia will be participating in the selection too. Thepetition is very intense.”


    Alexander ced his hand on Brendan’s shoulder and encouraged, “Our country’s fashion designers


    are equally as brilliant as the foreign designers in clothing design. You’re a brilliant designer. I’m sure


    you’ll be able to snag first ce.”


    Brendan shrugged. “To be honest, I would have agreed immediately if Elise had been around.”


    Alexander’s eyes flickered slightly. Then, after a moment of silence, he continued, “You’re now the best


    fashion designer in the country. Have some confidence in yourself. Take this as a challenge for you to


    reach better heights!”


    Although Elise’s identity was about to be made public, Alexander decided to boost Brendan’s


    confidence first since he seemed to be in low spirits recently.


    “Alright, I’ll do my best.”


    The following day, Yuri hid under the covers and poked her head out to look at the clock on the wall.


    It was already 9.30AM, but Brendan was still at home.


    She frowned in frustration because she desperately needed to use the bathroom.


    “If you’re awake, get up and wash up. Then, after breakfast, get changed. You’re going out with me


    today.”


    Brendan’s voice echoed across the room, and he ruthlessly exposed her for feigning sleep.


    Yuri scowled in embarrassment at her predicament. But, s, there was nothing she could do but


    obediently follow his instructions.


    As she walked past him, she stopped and asked curiously, “Where are we going?”


    “You’ll know when we get there.” Brendan took a sip of coffee leisurely and refused to give her a


    straight answer.


    Bang!


    Yuri made a face at his back, rushed into the bathroom, and mmed the door with a loud bang,


    expressing her dissatisfaction.