The Supreme Soldier in the City
Chapter 154: Pasting Your Photo

Chapter 154: Chapter 154: Pasting Your Photo

Lucy Campbell left several cars here, in addition to the flashy red Porsche driven by James Brown, there were also two BMWs and two Mercedes. One of the black BMWs was even bulletproof, which Gina Lopez decided to use for the time being.

She also lent Sunny Nguyen another BMW for the time being, which made things more convenient for the three of them at work. Once the company really took off, these cars would certainly need to be managed collectively. Since Lucy trusted her so much, she wasn’t there to enjoy herself. She would handle everything according to standard company management and wouldn’t waste a single cent of company money.

A little after four, James drove home and parked the Ferrari in the underground garage. Although the car performed well, he always felt a bit awkward driving such a vehicle.

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw Helen Wilson, the police officer, staring at him with a hostile look.

"Good day, Officer Wilson." Seeing Helen, James felt in good spirits, and teasing her seemed like an amusing pastime.

"Where did you get that car?" Helen strode up to James and asked with a stern face.

James laughed and said, "Haven’t you seen this car before?"

Helen glanced at the license plate and suddenly remembered it belonged to James’s wealthy female neighbor, but she still asked suspiciously, "Her car, how come you’re driving it?"

"We’re neighbors, for heaven’s sake. Can’t I borrow it?"

Helen’s quick retort left James at a loss for words and slightly annoyed, mainly because James was such a sleazy guy, constantly deceiving women—one after another. A few days ago, it was a company CEO, and now he had hooked up with another rich woman with powerful connections.

Seeing Helen silent, James said with a grin, "Officer Wilson, you’re back early today? Seems like it’s not yet time to clock out, right?"

"Is it a problem if I have things to take care of?" Helen shot James an irritated look and strode away.

James chuckled but didn’t bother with Helen anymore, heading straight for the elevator. Just after a few steps, Helen followed and asked, "Aren’t you going to invite me to sit at your place?"

"If Officer Wilson wishes to visit, of course I must invite you. But somehow, that seems a bit inappropriate, doesn’t it?" James was puzzled by Helen’s atypical behavior.

"I have some questions I want to ask you. Let’s go," Helen said and walked directly to the elevator.

Once they arrived at James’s place, he poured Helen a glass of water, and they both sat on the couch. Helen’s gaze swept around James’s home before she asked, "What exactly is your relationship with Brother Bob?"

"No relationship at all," James answered, lighting a cigarette and taking a leisurely puff.

Helen’s eyes widened in disbelief and she pressed on, "Don’t play dumb with me, do you think I’m blind? I know exactly what kind of person Brother Bob is; he’s definitely not a good guy. He was surprisingly tolerant towards you during that fight. If there’s no relationship, how could that be possible?"

James responded with a smile, "Maybe he thought I was not someone to mess with, so he backed down?"

"You? Not someone to mess with? So what you mean is, you have more clout than Brother Bob?" Helen stared intensely at James.

James widened his eyes, looked at Helen, and suddenly reached out his hand towards her forehead. Helen quickly slapped his hand away and snapped, "What are you doing?"

"I was checking if you have a fever, Officer Wilson."

"Why would I have a fever? Stop beating around the bush and tell me what you really do?"

James, half-amused and half-frustrated, said, "Look, Officer Wilson, can we not let our imaginations run wild? That day, things were about to escalate, but because you suddenly showed up, he held back because you’re the new deputy chief. Now, you come up with this story that I have more power than he does. Oh, you’re right; I certainly do have more power—I have Officer David Woods backing me up."

Helen had been investigating James the past couple of days, but looking at his files, she found no criminal record, and he had only recently left the military. She couldn’t quite believe he was involved in organized crime, and today, her intention was just to bluff James a little.

Glancing at James Brown out of the corner of her eye, Joan said, "So I heard you can fight pretty well, taking on seven guys single-handedly and effortlessly knocking them down."

"That’s not true; I’m not that great. People just like to exaggerate. They had just fought with some high school students and were all pretty exhausted, so that’s why I was able to take them down. Besides, with fighting, if you dare to make the first move, you usually have an advantage."

Joan stared at James Brown, then suddenly stood up and said, "Then try sparring with me."

"Officer Monaghan, what are you doing? What spar with you?" James Brown immediately pretended to be very scared and shrank back.

Joan suddenly grabbed James Brown by his collar, fiercely saying, "I said we’re going to spar."

"Officer Monaghan, you’re a police officer; you can’t force people like this."

"I’m forcing you?" Joan’s face grew even grimmer as she clenched her teeth and said, "I remember the first time I met you, you were fiddling with your neighbor’s door. I wanted to catch you then, but you just kept on tangling with me."

James finally realized why Joan was after him. It was because of what happened that day, making her think he was purposely acting weak. He immediately chuckled and said, "Officer Monaghan, that was just a joke back then. Don’t take it seriously. You’re a cop; of course, I couldn’t deal with you like I would a street thug without risking a misunderstanding that I’m a thief."

"Is that so..." Joan huffed coldly and said, "Then why were you hugging and holding me, pinning me down? Don’t tell me all that was to avoid being rough with me."

"That... That..." James Brown stuttered, then with a determined shake of his hand, said, "Alright, I’ll tell you the truth then."

Joan’s expression didn’t change, but she felt quite smug, finally getting James Brown to tell the truth. She said sternly, "Speak."

"Officer Monaghan." James Brown’s gaze suddenly became extremely soft, and he moved closer to Joan, saying, "Officer Monaghan, do you believe in love at first sight?"

"What?" Joan felt uneasy under James Brown’s gaze. Especially with the mention of love at first sight, she suddenly had a bad feeling and quickly retreated, raising her hand to block him, "Stop beating around the bush and spill it."

"Officer Monaghan, the moment I saw you, I felt you were the one I’ve been waiting for all my life. Blinded by love and Inner Acumen, I did what I did to you. I know I’m not worthy of you, and I’ll never be able to make you like me. Even if I did something bad to you then, if it meant you would remember me for the rest of your life, it would have been worth it..."

"Shut up!" Joan turned pale, her body breaking out in goosebumps as she shouted and suddenly stood up.

"Officer Monaghan, I’ve been holding these words in my heart for a long time. Just let me say them, please. I really like you. That day when you got drunk and stayed at my place, I was so happy. With any other woman, I would have done something beastly, but you are my Goddess, I didn’t have a single frivolous thought. I just took care of you, and I was so happy. At work during the day, I thought of you; at night, I thought of you. I even considered buying an inflatable doll, pasting your photo on it, and holding ’you’ every day..."

"Ah!" Joan let out a scream, feeling waves of nausea. This guy was too filthy, considering buying an inflatable doll and pasting her picture on it – it was disgustingly unbearable.

She dashed in an arrow step to James’s sole small bedroom, checking the bed which had nothing on it, then opened the wardrobe and searched it too, but found nothing.

James followed her inside and said, "Officer Monaghan, you don’t need to look. I know my thoughts were filthy, and that’s a desecration of my Goddess. It was just a thought, and I never actually bought it."

Joan breathed a sigh of relief, but looking at James’s ’tender as water,’ ’endless affection’ gaze, she shivered, forcefully pushed him away, and in the blink of an eye ran out of James’s house.

Getting into the elevator, Joan shivered several more times. "No, no more, I’m never seeing this guy again. He’s just too awful. How could there be such a shameless man in this world? Oh, heaven, strike him dead with a few bolts of lightning."

James Brown, having scared Joan away, couldn’t help laughing heartily in his room. He did understand a bit about Officer Monaghan; although she didn’t seem to be the violent cop type, she was a woman with a strong sense of career. So, when it came to affection, she was quite straightforward. Using those filthy words, Joan was definitely unable to take it.

Thinking about how Joan would avoid him in the future made him even more amused. Naturally, James’s main concern was that Joan was now suspicious of some things about him. If he didn’t scare her off, she’d surely come to bother him periodically. Although James wasn’t worried about Joan finding any evidence of illegal activities on him, being watched by her like a hawk would be uncomfortable.

After tidying up and making a simple dinner, James sat down to eat alone. Only he was at the dining table and, unexpectedly, he felt uneasy. These past days, he either ate with Gina Lopez, Emily Lopez, Linda Campbell, or Emily Jenkins. Having beautiful women for company always made meals more appetizing than eating alone.

"Knock, knock." Before he had even taken a bite, there was a knock on the door. James quickly went to open it. The visitors to his home were mostly women, none of them men. But when he opened the door and saw this particular woman, James Brown still frowned.