CHAPTER 488: CHAPTER 488: CONVICTION

Joan was insulted and didn’t dare to speak.

The man excitedly got into the car. The luxurious leather seats were an experience he had never had before. That comfortable feeling made him feel like he was floating on clouds.

A luxury car is indeed a luxury car.

"Why are you standing there like a fool? Get in the car, quickly."

The man frowned with disdain when he saw Joan standing outside like an idiot. Not only was this woman ugly, but she was also incredibly stupid. Once he drove the luxury car back and sold it for money,

he would kick Joan aside.

With money, who would want someone as ugly as Joan?

"Honey, I can’t open the car door."

Joan didn’t refuse to get in the car; she just didn’t know how to open the rear door as it didn’t have a handle.

The man’s disdain in his eyes deepened.

The car door opened, and Joan pushed Tonia inside first.

Ivana Monroe reached out to grab Joan’s arm.

Joan was extremely nervous, and her instinctive reaction was to shake off Ivana: "Don’t touch me, or I’ll strangle Tonia."

Ivana’s eyes turned cold. If Tonia hadn’t been about to be pushed into the car, she would’ve regretted saying those words right now, fearing the man would start the car and harm Tonia.

"Do you not want the money anymore?"

Ivana raised the money in her hand.

The man in the driver’s seat saw the money, his eyes brightened slightly, and impatiently told Joan: "You take the child down, get in the car yourself. When she gives you the money, then give the child to her."

What an idiot; can’t even handle such a small matter without him teaching.

Joan obediently followed the man’s instructions.

When she pushed Tonia over to Ivana, she quickly snatched the money and slammed the car door shut.

The man pressed the accelerator, and the luxury car shot out like an arrow leaving the bow.

"Tonia, are you feeling discomfort anywhere? Let Auntie take a look."

Ivana squatted in front of the little girl, looking at her with concern.

The little girl shook her head, pursed her lips, then burst into tears and jumped into Ivana’s arms: "Mommy."

Ivana hesitated for a moment, then realized that Tonia had been frightened and was thinking of her own mother. Her heart ached, and she hugged the little girl close.

"Don’t cry, Tonia. Auntie will take you home, back to your mommy, okay?"

Leon Keane watched the departing luxury car with cold and deep eyes, his thin lips curling into an inscrutable smile. His slender fingers held a phone, and with a swipe, he unlocked the screen, revealing an app with the Bugatti Veyron logo.

With a few simple operations, the Bugatti Veyron was switched to automatic driving, and the route was chosen for them—leading to the police station.

Leon Keane dialed Derrick Stern’s phone, giving him a few low-key instructions.

On the other side, Derrick Stern rushed to the police station quickly.

What the hell!

Human traffickers are so rampant? They even dared to steal President Kane’s luxury car? They shouldn’t think about getting out once they’re in prison.

Meanwhile.

The man was driving the luxury car, feeling proud, as if he forgot the injury on his head, whistling inside the car, feeling like his life had reached its peak.

"Honey, do you think Don and the others are okay? Should we call and ask? Shall we go pick them up?"

"Are you stupid? Don and the others were beaten so badly, how could they escape?"

The man congratulated himself for being smart, taking advantage of everyone’s distraction to instruct Joan to run away with Tonia.

"Ah? What should we do then? Don..."

"Enough already, stop nagging. Our business isn’t honorable. No one can guarantee something won’t happen eventually. Their fate is theirs; we’ve escaped, and that’s our fate. There’s no reason to go back."

"But..."

"If you nag again, I’ll have you get out."

Being scolded, Joan didn’t dare to say anything.

For some reason, the luxury car seemed out of control, and the man was scared to death, sharply turning the wheel, but it seemed to lose its proper function.

Damn, the car malfunctioned.

The man felt like he was going to see a ghost, scared white. Something odd happened; the malfunctioning luxury car didn’t hit any other vehicles but continued driving normally, not crashing into the car ahead.

"What’s going on?"

The man slammed the brake, trying to stop the luxury car.

The brakes were malfunctioning too.

"What’s wrong?" Joan noticed something amiss and cautiously asked.

The man turned around sharply, glaring at Joan fiercely and shouting: "It’s all because of you, you chatterbox, rambling like a fly, now the car’s malfunctioned. Are you satisfied?"

"Wha... what? The car... malfunctioned?"

Joan’s face turned pale, her body shaking.

"Damn, you’re a black cat bringing bad luck."

The man was extremely upset, with nowhere to vent, using Joan as his punching bag.

Joan couldn’t hear what the man was saying anymore. She was almost scared to death, feeling like her life had reached its end, started sobbing and complained: "I told you, you can’t drive a luxury car. Told you not to want it, you insisted, now great, we’re all gonna die. Boohoo..."

The man wanted to slap Joan’s face. If it weren’t for this nagging, would this car be malfunctioning?

The two started arguing inside the car.

After a while, the man realized the car was driving normally, just not under his control. Joan’s crying and complaints thoroughly annoyed him, blurring his mind. He unbuckled his seatbelt, climbed from the front to the backseat, grabbed Joan’s hair, and raised his hand, slapping her face heavily and repeatedly.

"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~" Joan let out a shrill scream, instinctively struggling, but to the man, her struggles meant rebellion, and he punched her again mercilessly.

The luxury car arrived at the police station.

Derrick Stern and the police rushed over to prevent the traffickers from escaping.

The luxury car door didn’t open, and inside came the sound of a woman’s screams and a man’s cursing.

The car windows weren’t shut.

Through the windows, Derrick Stern and the police saw inside, smirking at the corner of their mouths; the traffickers were fighting!

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, get out. All of you."

"Nobody interfere! I’ll beat this bitch to death."

The man was filled with rage, hitting a few more times. But he sensed something odd: the car seemed to have stopped. He turned his head with joy, but when he saw people outside the car, his expression turned extremely unpleasant.

The luxury car doors opened.

The man and the beaten woman came out, both handcuffed by the police.

"Officer, I was just playing with my wife! Don’t put these on me!" The man clung to a sliver of hope.

"Boohoo... I’m the battered victim, why am I handcuffed too?" Joan’s face was swollen, eyes almost sealed, handcuffed by cold iron. She asked, feeling guilty.

"You’ll understand inside. None of you are innocent," Derrick Stern said furiously.

About half an hour later.

Ivana Monroe and Leon Keane brought five children to the police station.

They needed witnesses to convict the traffickers.

Encouraged by Ivana, the five children told the truth.