Chapter 1843

The livestream chat was blowing up with worried comments, everyone telling her to stay safe and not to get caught. Of course, there were also skeptics accusing her of faking drama just for attention-but she quickly muted those voices, leaving only the supportive ones to fill the feed.

"Alright, everyone, I'm turning the camera around so you can see what's happening inside the police station," she said.

The screen shifted to show Jackson and Fiona sitting side by side in the station. Their masks were off, but the camera was far enough away that you couldn't really make out their faces-just vague outlines.

"Wait, don't they look like Jackson and Fiona from the news a while back? Or am I just imagining things?" someone commented, a mix of suspicion and excitement in their words.

The streamer's expression tightened, but she didn't say anything.

"They seriously do, but come on-those two are crazy rich. Why would they ever show up at a street food market? They probably have private chefs making them lobster for breakfast. No way they'd bother with food stall noodles."

"For real. Rich people don't hang out in places like this," someone agreed.

"I mean, maybe they just got tired of fancy food and wanted to try something normal for once," another chimed in.

"Ugh, if only I could get sick of caviar and need a break from it!" someone joked, and the chat cracked up.

Meanwhile, inside the police station, Jackson and Fiona looked totally unfazed. They were even chatting and laughing quietly.

"Please keep it down in here. You're in a police station," a tired officer warned, clearly annoyed.

Earlier, a fight had broken out that left a guy and a girl seriously hurt they'd already been sent to the hospital. Now, it was time to figure out what happened.

"You little brat, just you wait!" snarled a girl with a bruised face, glaring at Fiona. "The chief is my uncle, you know! If you dare touch me or my friends again, I'll make sure you rot in jail!"

Her voice was raw with anger, and she looked nothing like the girl who'd been curled up on the ground begging for mercy just minutes ago.

"You should be grateful I even paid attention to you," Fiona shot back, her voi icy. "But if you don't

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appreciate it, maybe you'd be better off locked up in here."

Fiona honestly couldn't believe how dumb this girl was. Judging by her age, she should've known

better-but she seemed even more clueless than the group of try-hard boys Fiona remembered from her old high school.

Knowledge is such a gift, Fiona thought. Too bad some people just don't have it.

"Hey! I'm talking to you, you witch! Can't you hear me?" the girl yelled again, getting on everyone's nerves.

The officer on duty looked exhausted, but with her connections, all he could do was give her a warning.

Fiona raised an eyebrow at Jackson. The look they shared said it all: if the police hadn't recognized them yet, things would go a lot smoother.

Jackson lounged back in his chair, crossing his legs and addressing the officer typing up a report. "I'd like to make a phone call."

At that, the so-called connected girl burst out laughing. "You think you're

making a call? Not here. The you're

is my turf, and I say no. What are you

gonna do about it?"

"So annoying," Fiona muttered under her breath.

She stood up, casually cleaned out her ear with her pinkie, then kicked the girl-

hard enough to send her crashing into the glass wall behind her.

Seriously, how could one person be so irritating? Was she stuck on repeat or something?

The girl spat out blood as the glass cracked behind her, letting out a howl of pain that echoed through the station.