Trash Son-in-law Returns as the Almighty Marshal

CHAPTER 8

Everyone’s heads turned toward the direction of the voice, and as the woman catwalked forward, the crowd instinctively cleared a path for her.

She wore a navy blue corporate gown that hugged her curvy frame and her Christian Louboutin stilettos clicked rhythmically against the floor with every confident step she took.

It took only a few seconds of her arrival before several gasps emanated from the onlookers as they recognized who she was.

“Wait…isn’t that Wendy Nelson?” someone whispered in awe.

“No way…it’s really her! The Vice President of the Continental Group!” another person exclaimed with wide eyes.

The murmurs grew louder and a handful of people even rushed to snap pictures of her with their phones.

Wendy ignored the noise as she walked straight to Tyler and stopped by his side.

For a second, their eyes met, and she gave him a faint nod of acknowledgment, but he subtly shook his head, silently telling her to act like she didn’t know him.

She understood his message immediately and glanced away from him. Then ensuring her expression remained perfectly neutral, she shifted her attention to the thief.

“You claim this man stole the bracelet, correct?” She asked him as she gestured at Tyler.

The thief blinked as the question caught him off guard, but he quickly recovered and cleared his throat.

“Yes…yes, he did,” he answered with forced confidence. “The security guard was about to take him away before you arrived. Please allow him to face the consequences of his actions.”

Wendy furrowed her brows and hummed thoughtfully. “You know it’s strange you say that, because the recording on my phone tells a different story.”

The thief stiffened and gulped nervously. “W-what do you mean?”

“Well, I happened to be on my way back from the restroom when I noticed the altercation between you both,” Wendy explained and raised her phone. “So I went with my gut feeling and started recording.”

As she said this, she tapped a button on her screen and the video began playing. It showed the exact moment the thief slipped the bracelet out of his pocket and into Tyler’s backpack.

The bracelet owner’s jaw dropped as she watched the video, and without waiting for it to end, she stormed forward and slapped the thief.

“You scoundrel!” She snapped. “So you were the culprit all this while, and you tried to frame an innocent man?!”

The thief held his cheek in disbelief and staggered back as dozens of judgemental stares bore into him.

“Arrest him now!” The woman ordered and the security guard instantly seized the thief by his arm.

The thief, seeing as he was now in deep shit, jerked his arm free from the guard’s grip and tried to make a run for it. But he tripped on his untied shoelaces and fell to the floor where he landed flat on his buttocks.

Tyler amusedly watched the thief make a fool of himself while the people in the crowd burst into laughter.

“Serves him right!” One of them snickered.

“What a clown! He thinks he’s clever trying to run away!” Another person added, and in no time, the crowd turned on him, throwing jeers after jeers.

The thief’s face reddened in humiliation as the guard hauled him up roughly by the collar of his shirt.

Unable to stand his pride being shattered, he locked eyes with Tyler and clenched his teeth so hard they almost cracked.

“This isn’t over!” He spat as the guard dragged him away. “You won’t be this lucky next time!”

Tyler didn’t bat an eyelid at the threat. He simply watched until the thief was completely out of sight.

Meanwhile, the bracelet owner hurried over to him after clasping the bracelet around her wrist. “Young man, I owe you an apology,” she began with guilt written all over her face. “You tried to help me, and I wrongly accused you. I’m sorry for that.”

She then took out a black and gold card from her bag and handed it to him.

“This is a VIP access card to my boutique, Bellaré. Feel free to stop by whenever you want to get clothes for yourself or your lady friend. Consider it a small token of my gratitude, and an apology.”

“Thanks,” Tyler accepted the card with a tightlipped smile and tucked it into his pocket.

The woman also thanked Wendy and flashed Tyler a final grateful smile before rolling her suitcase out of the terminal.

Slowly, the crowd of people dispersed until only Tyler and Wendy remained.

When the last onlooker was gone, Wendy turned to Tyler and addressed him with a bow. “Mr, Maxwell, It’s an honor to finally meet you in person.”

“Likewise, Miss Nelson,” Tyler returned her greeting with a curt nod. “I’m quite impressed at how well you handled that situation.”

“I only did what was right, sir,” Wendy replied, and though her tone was professional, a slight blush crept onto her cheeks at the praise.

She quickly comported herself and gestured toward the exit, “We should head out now, sir. Your ride is waiting.”

Tyler nodded and followed Wendy to the White Rolls Royce Cullinan parked outside. The chauffeur who was already on standby greeted Tyler with a bow before opening the car door for them.

Tyler slid into the backseat beside Wendy, and soon the vehicle pulled out of the airport.

For a moment there was silence in the car, until Wendy broke it.

“Sir, would you like me to show you around your hotels, so you can choose the one you’d prefer to stay in?”

Tyler thought about the offer for a bit then shook his head. “Nah. Anyone will do.”

“As you wish, sir. I’ll make sure to choose the one that’ll suit your taste,” she assured and began typing away at her iPad.

Not too long after, she looked up from the screen and glanced at Tyler.

“I’ve just arranged a Presidential Suite for you at the Grand Orion,” she explained. “It’s your second largest hotel, and it’s the perfect blend of minimalism and elegance.”

“Good choice,” Tyler gave her a thumbs up and leaned back against the headrest. He was about to close his eyes when Wendy spoke again.

“Actually, sir…I won’t be able to personally accompany you there.”

Tyler turned to her and arched his brow. “Why not?”

“I have to honor my invitation to the engagement party of Frederick Hall and Katie Clark.”

Tyler froze as the names ricocheted like a bullet.

“What did you just say?”