Saved By The Cold-Hearted Billionaire

Chapter 17

Only then did the police realize that a famous model like Beckett would not do anything that could tarnish his reputation. One of the policemen glanced at their team leader and shook his head.

The team leader suddenly realized that Beckett, known in the modeling industry, might be wealthy, and they didn't want any trouble if they confronted him.

"Okay, come with us," said the team leader.

Beckett nodded and complied. The police escorted Beckett to the station without handcuffing him. Some residents in the area watched—some were delighted to see Beckett, while others were annoyed because their sleep was disturbed by the noise of footsteps on the rooftop.

In no time, they arrived at the nearest police station. The police brought Beckett to the interrogation room to investigate him. They questioned him about things that seemed pointless.

"I am still innocent until proven guilty, so stop guilt-tripping me," Beckett retorted in an irritated tone. "And I'm not the criminal here. He is," he added, pointing to the man in front of him.

"We are police officers, so watch your language," said the female police officer he was talking to. "Just because you're a famous model doesn't mean you can act like that towards us. Do you understand?"

Beckett snorted in frustration but managed to conceal it with a neutral expression. He didn't like how the police handled the case, but he was controlling his emotions. He would teach this station a lesson once he was out, but not at that moment.

"Fine. Just finish this," Beckett said wearily, too tired to argue.

The woman nodded before returning to questioning him. Beckett answered all the questions honestly, explaining his purpose there and why he had tranquilized the man.

Beckett had to acknowledge the use of the tranquilizer because if he didn't, the presence of Vivianne might be revealed by the police. He was relieved that there were no witnesses at that time, and the lawyers who arrived shortly after were able to defend Beckett effortlessly.

Syneverse Entertainment was influential, and they could clean up any mess involving their artists quickly and efficiently—most of it involved bribery and money. He couldn't help but smile when the female police officer told him he was free to go, and he promptly left the station.

Beckett walked outside the police station as if he were walking on the red carpet. The lawyers behind him became his bodyguards, waiting for his instructions. They used the back door because the entrance was swarmed with reporters.

"Where should we take you, Sir?" one of the lawyers asked when they reached the outside. "Reporters might arrive soon once the news spreads."

"No need to accompany me. I'll call my car—"

Beckett paused when a car suddenly stopped in front of him. It was an Audi A5 Sportback, an expensive and limited edition car. Beckett whistled lightly as he admired the car and the woman sitting in the driver's seat—Vivianne.

He approached her and asked, "How did you know that I'm here?"

"News," she replied shortly. "You're all over the headlines. Well, they're all positive. It's impressive how you can dodge all the negative news about you, huh?"

"Cut to the chase." Beckett clicked his tongue, annoyed.

"Do you have any plans now?"

"I said, cut to the chase."

"You're so grumpy. How did your fans even like you if you're like that?" Vivianne stopped talking when Beckett gave her a deadly stare. "Fine. If you have any plans now, cancel them all."