Chapter 105: _ You Hate Isleen
Rhett thought of what to do. The moon knew he couldn’t step out of his office. To hell, he’d snap the head of whoever came in his way should he try to take those cuffs off her.
Isleen, his mate, in handcuffs? It was unthinkable. He slammed his fist on the desk, the sound echoing through the empty office.
It was better he remained here. But first, he needed to know what got her here. He punched in the intercom and rang Alistair.
"Alistair, come to my office, please."
Moments later, a knock sounded on the door.
"Come in," Rhett barked, his voice betraying his agitation.
The door creaked open a, revealing Alistair’s surprised face. "Sir!" He saluted. "I’m here."
"Isleen," Rhett growled, gesturing towards the lobby. "Why is she under arrest?"
Alistair frowned, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Honestly, sir, I was just as shocked when they brought her in. Apparently, she, her friend, and some guy were involved in a public brawl that caused some property damage at a store downtown."
Rhett scoffed. "Isleen? Fighting in public? That’s absurd."
Alistair nodded in agreement. "Exactly, sir. Witnesses say the guy was the aggressor, that he beat her and her friend." Rhett could see anger crossing Alistair’s face. "Doesn’t sound like much of a man to me."