Framed by My Own Family

Tiffany was pinned to the table with her face squished sideways, still struggling desperately.

"Let me go! Shawn, you psycho! I'm calling the cops! I'm charging you with assault!"

The relatives all backed away when they saw I meant business, though their mouths kept running.

"He's lost it! He's actually assaulting her!"

"What kind of escort is this? He's like a gang member!"

"I think he's lost it completely. He's gone completely insane!"

Suddenly, the front door was shoved open violently from outside. The security door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, making everyone jump.

A tall figure strode in. She wore a black trench coat over a dark gray designer suit dress. Her features were beautiful, and there was a commanding authority in her gaze.

It was Elena.

My heart skipped a beat, wondering why she came. Before long, I realized that my broken phone must have triggered a location alert that worried her.

The moment Elena entered, her eyes swept across the chaotic living room before finally settling on me.

Seeing that I was unharmed, her tense shoulders relaxed slightly. However, when she noticed Tiffany pinned under my hand and the relatives pointing fingers all around, a storm instantly brewed in her eyes.

The relatives did not recognize that elite socialite. All they saw was an extremely beautiful, well-dressed woman barging in.

Isaac's eyes darted around, then he suddenly pointed at Elena and shrieked.

"I remember now! I've seen this woman's photo in that group! She's the 'top patron', right? The rich woman who's keeping Shawn! Oh my, she actually tracked him down to his house? Is she here for another session?"

That outburst immediately branded Elena's identity.

Even though Tiffany's face was pressed against the table, her mouth kept running as she spat out some blood and mocked me.

"Shawn's pretty busy with his business, huh? Clients chasing him all the way home? He looks all respectable on the outside, but he's actually into this kind of thing.

"He's so handsome... I bet he's just a pretty boy living off women, right? Maybe he's in the same line of work?"

Elena's body went rigid. She slowly turned her head, glaring at Tiffany.

I knew that look all too well. It was the look she had when she intended to kill.

Elena walked up to Tiffany and did not waste any words. She raised her hand, about to bring it down hard. If that punch landed, Tiffany might not end up paralyzed for life, but her brain would definitely be scrambled.

I quickly released my hold on Tiffany and stepped sideways to block Elena.

I reached out with both hands and caught her raised arm. "Elena! Stop! Getting an assault charge for trash like this isn't worth it."

The violence in Elena's eyes barely subsided under my gentle tone. She grabbed my hand in return, her gaze landing on the red marks on my wrist from the earlier scuffle.

She looked as pained as if she had been the one hurt. "Did they hurt you?"

"It's nothing, just a little scratch."

I patted the back of her hand reassuringly, then reached into her trench coat pocket and pulled out her phone.

My phone was already broken, so I had to use hers. I unlocked it smoothly, dialed a number, and put it on speaker.

In the dead silence of the room, a gruff male voice came through the phone. "Hello? Ms. Monroe? What can I do for you?"

I was using Elena's phone, so the person on the other end obviously thought it was her. I took a deep breath, and my voice instantly switched to work mode: cold, authoritative, and brooking no argument.

"This is Shawn. Jake Harrison, bring the entire Squad Two, fully equipped. Be at the location I send you within five minutes. We're arresting a Class A wanted fugitive. Charges include organized prostitution and large-scale fraud."