Chapter 74 Fake Billionaire, Damaged Boyfriend 30

• The stocky cop in front wears a black hat, the offices behind him all in stripes and patrol gear, but that soon dwindles as the crowd behind him grows. Officers in all black where bright white letters that read CYBER.
• “Depends,” I reply at last, those words taunting me from their bulletproof vests. “Am I under arrest?”
• “No, sir,” the office states. “We need to come inside, though. The fewer people that know we are here, the better, and I doubt your neighbors will miss the twenty agents on your lawn, knocking on your door.”