"Awe... Is my little nephew worried about his aunt? You don't have to worry about that. Nothing I can't handle. Enough about me. Tell me about you. How did you end up as a high school gang leader?" I monitored every word and action of Denise. This woman did not lie and did care for her benefactor's son.
"Master Wyatt, let me stop you right there. You cannot answer her. She is trying to get you to perjure yourself." The old lawyer hurriedly warned his employer that answering his aunt's question would mean that a high school gang named Bright Lions exists in real life, and his employer is its true boss.
Gangs are not like companies. They do not register themselves with the government. So without a paper trail and proper evidence, it is hard to prove in court that the said gang exists in real life and the crimes committed by it were done under the direction of one man, its leader.
"Old relic, how dare you interrupt me and misinterpret my words. Are you trying to ruin my relationship with my nephew so that you can make a few more bucks? I have no case against my nephew and his friends. I am not arresting them. There I said it. Now you can buzz off, or I will charge you with public disturbance and imprison your ass for the next 24 hours." Denise wanted to slap the old lawyer's dentures out of his mouth, but she controlled herself. She did not want to come off as too fierce in front of her nephew.
"Boss, If you want me to, I can sue the police chief for abusing the state's power." The old lawyer was not new to the business. He was tolerating Denise's name-calling because she was his employer's aunt.
"What the…" Denise wanted to cuss but stopped. After all, she had unwittingly given the old lawyer enough evidence to comprise herself. Now she did not want to give her nephew enough reason to sue her.
"Old Man, since the Police Chief already said she would not be charging my friends and me, you can leave now." Seeing that Denise meant no harm, I decided to forgive this once. Honestly, there are not many people surrounding me who care for Wyatt and not the prodigy card creationist Wyatt who invented silver milk powder.
"Old suit, buzz off, you heard, my little nephew~ah." Denise called my name endearingly, and then, turning to me, she added, "You don't need to act coy with me. Address me as aunt Denise, not as police chief."
Earlier, this woman was intimidating, strict, and stern. Now she acted girly and giddy, calling me endearing names and whatnot. I don't understand her.
"Police chief, I don't know what you think is happening here, but we are not close enough to call each other so endearingly. And could you please free my friends? They must be bored cuffed in the back seat of the car." Now that things were clear, I asked Denise to release the bright trio. Hearing me not address her as auntie Denise, her brows narrowed, and her mouth pouted.
"Huh? Did you say something to me, my dear nephew~ah? I can't hear you." Denise said aloud childishly. It seems she is taking Nick, Tom, and Ed hostage to make me play by her rules.
"Fine, you can keep them. I am heading to work." I did not try to negotiate with Denise and got up, planning to return to the warehouse.
"I just remembered I forgot to leave the air conditioner on in the car or crack up a window.'' Hearing Denise, my footsteps stopped for a second but soon they continued believing that the Bright trio could handle being a little cooped in the backseat of the car.
" Aren't you a cruel friend? Still, you win. I give up. Address me with whatever makes you comfortable. But you have to have lunch with me now. I will go get your friends." Denise has still not given up on turning her nephew away from the delinquent lifestyle. But she did not force it and decided to take it slow as normal means would not work on her nephew as he isn't a typical teenager. What kind of high schooler has a private legal team on speed dial? Not a normal one, of course.
"Kids, order up. Lunch is on me." After freeing the Bright trio from handcuffs, Denise brought them to our table to have lunch together with her.
"Yes," each of us used our grimoire to order our meals at the Burger empire and tagged the bill to Denise's grimoire.
[Your order has been accepted by the Burger Empire. Due to rush hour, your order will take a while. Please wait patiently. Estimated wait time 14 minutes.]
"So guys, how is school going on? The college entrance exam is nearing, and the school must have started the special classes." Denise decided to use small talk to know what was going on in her nephew's life.
"Our family has preplanned training for my brothers and me. So we are not attending the school's special classes." Nick replied to Denise while Tom and Ed nodded in agreement. Denise was not surprised by Nock's answer.
She knew many prominent families like the Bright family would devise a special training regime and train their kids personally. But this only made her worry about her nephew, who did not have such privileges. So she couldn't help but ask in concern, "What about you, Wyatt?"
"I am not attending high school anymore," I said casually. But my simple words exploded like a bomb in Denise's head.
Denise knew that her nephew was strong and talented enough to make him eligible for the top ten universities. Still, unlike kids from an entitled family, he needed to go through proper channels to enroll in the top ten universities. She knew how unfair the world was to the poor and weak.
...
Across the street where Wyatt was seated with his aunt and friends, a cloaked single-horned figure looked at him and blurted, "I will kill everything she holds dear."