When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 1674
When There Is Nothing Left But Love Chapter 1674
I came to realize that listening to the assistant’s verbal report was more frustrating than I had expected,
as his speech somehow never seemed to be going anywhere. It was no wonder that he had never
been promoted to a higher position despite working with us ever since Wenville.
Fortunately, Summer was skillful in grasping the main point. “Where’s the wine now?”
“It’s in the wine cer,” the assistant answered calmly as he stepped aside, allowing us to pass through
to the basement.
Before Summer could even take a step, however, police sirens suddenly red from outside.
In a moment, police cars shing red and blue lights stopped at the club’s entrance, and a few
uniformed police officers came out of them, making straight for us.
The police officer in lead shed his badge and search warrant in front of us. His ID showed that his
name was Horace Wicke. “This club is suspected of illegal trading and smuggling. We’ll need to do a
full search of the ce. Who’s the person in charge here?”
I immediately stepped forward, blocking Summer. “I am.”
In that instant, Macy’s disheartened voice suddenly echoed in my mind. It was hard to believe that after
so many years, the same situation was repeating but on Summer this time.
I knew there was only one possible culprit behind such a dirty act.
After all these years, even after Summer had grown up so much, that woman still had not changed a bit
and had no other tricks up her sleeves other than nting illegal goods on others.
The wine used in the club was expensive and worth an astronomical amount, considering therge
bulk in store. They far surpassed the cost of the drugs nted on Macy back then. If the police caught
us with those illegal wines, Summer, as the legal owner of the club, was bound to be taken away and
detained.
Horace gave me a once-over and went on coolly, “Please cooperate ande with us as we search
the ce.”
Just then, the sound of cars screeching to a halt pierced through the air as several cars stopped at the
roadside outside the club. The next thing we knew, reporters were swarming toward us with
microphones held out.
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Concerned with maintaining order, the police immediately blocked them from entering, and a huge
crowd of reporters immediately formed at the club’s entrance.
“Mrs. Fuller, whatments do you have regarding your daughter’s smuggling?”
“What a young age to break a federalw! Is it because she was raised abroad that she turned out so
bold and uncouth?”
“Ms. Summer, did you choose to start your business in the entertainment industry because the
pleasure-seeking nature of the industry appeals to you?”
“Can the police disclose the duration of the sentence Mr. Fuller’s daughter is expected to face once this
case is substantiated?”
The questions were endless.
Men and women, both young and old, waved their microphones and cameras at us madly, condemning
Summer in the name of justice without knowing that they were, in fact, the greatest evil present at the
scene.
“That’s enough!” I shouted, losing control. “What do you even know about my daughter? Who are you
guys toment on her?”
The rowdy crowd immediately fell silent. Most of them were terrified after my outburst, but there were
still a few who fearlessly directed their cameras at me.
I knew they could not wait for me to break down and lose my temper. I could already guess the
headline they were hoping to publish— “The Unknown Dark Side Of Mrs. Fuller.”
Unfortunately, I was dead serious at that moment. Not only was I not the least bit afraid of being caught
on camera, but I looked straight at thergest camera among them and raised my voice.
“I don’t care which newspany youe from, but I’m only going to say this once. Whether or not
anyone in my family hasmitted a crime will naturally be determined by the police. If anything
concerning my family leaks out or appears on any news channel, I promise I will sue yourpany to
bankruptcy.”
By the time I ended my speech, all the reporters had meekly shut their camera lenses except for one
that was still aiming right at me.
I gazed into the camera lens, smirking derisively. The female reporter hiding behind it poked out her
head and met my gaze.
Seeing that, I went on in an even more domineering tone, “I fully support that reporters should have
freedom of speech, but anyone who dares to harm my daughter in any way will be up against the entire
Fuller Corporation.”
With that said, I pursed my lips, smiling at the camera with my eyes slightly narrowed.
After staring at me for another five seconds, the female reporter finally gave in as she slowly turned off
the equipment she was holding.