Fleeing the Gilded Cage: Don’t Want to be the Billionaire’s Wife

Chapter 11

Chapter 11: Was she look like a teenager? Now that she was here, Martina couldn’t just leave directly. Fortunately, she had never seen this kind of special performance before, so she just considered it as refreshing her eyes.

These dancers were truly professional and quickly became lively both on and off stage. And the audience were screaming and crazy for them.

One of them even focused his attention on Martina, as if he had seen some rare treasure. The next second, he came up to Martina and asked in a low and sexy voice, “Miss, would you like to come on stage and dance with me?”

Martina’s face stiffened as she felt the gaze of many people falling on her, and she instinctively shook her head to refuse. “No, thank you.”

But this man was persistent and refused to let it go. “I rarely see such a beautiful woman like you. Don’t be shy. It’s a very precious chance.”

Martina’s face stiffened again. Just as Elena was about to say something, a sudden and strange commotion came from behind!

“Stop! Everyone! Turn off the music! We are the policemen!”

With the sound of police reprimands, the scene was finally brought under control. Many people instinctively wanted to run, but both the front and back doors, as well as the windows, were blocked and there was no escape.

Even if they wanted to run, they had to see if they had wings first.

Martina was also very innocent, especially since she was being pulled by the dancer who invited her just now by the wrist..

This scene was immediately overinterpreted by the police.

Not long after, they were taken to the police station. Someone specifically questioned Martina alone, “What were you doing at the nightclub?”

Martina had no expression on her face. “I was watching the performance.”

“Then what is your relationship with that dancer? Do you know that he is a suspect? He is highly suspected of taking advantage of young girls‘ admiration to rape several women, including minors.”

Martina really didn’t know him.

She was a bit surprised but felt fortunate that she was still lucky. “I didn’t know before, but now I do,” she said..

Despite repeated questioning, Martina refused to admit any connection with those people.

The police continued to ask, “Show your ID. We need to make a record and conduct a deeper investigation into your background information. Once everything is clear, we will return your ID to you, and you can go back temporarily.”

Martina nodded in agreement, ready to comply, but suddenly realized that she had left her ID behind in her hurry to leave. “I happened to forget my ID. Do you believe me, officer?” she said with a slightly embarrassed look on her face.

The police officer didn’t believe her. After all, Martina was already somewhat “involved” with those people, and now she didn’t have an ID, which made the police doubt her even more.

Martina understood the police officer’s expression and tone and said somewhat helplessly, “So…does that mean I can’t go back?”

The police officer was about to respond when he might have been moved by Martina’s sincere and lovely expression and softened his tone a bit.

“Or maybe you can ask your friend to bring your ID over, then you can go back,” suggested the police officer.

Martina furrowed her brows tightly. In this big city, Elena was her only close friend. But now, she had also been taken here. Who else could help her?

Another young police officer was suspicious and said, “Miss, why are you so hesitant? Could it be that you’re not yet 18 and afraid to take it?”

Martina was speechless. After all, she did look quite young. Even if she claimed to be under 18, there were plenty of people who would believe her.

“Well then, why don’t you make a phone call to your family? We police officers are understanding,” said the officer.

Martina became even more helpless.

Her father was so far away from LA, how could he come over? It was simply wishful thinking!

But besides her father, who could prove her identity?

Martina held onto a glimmer of hope, “Elena, who was brought here with me, is my friend. She can testify for me! Or maybe she can help me get my ID too.” ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Unfortunately, the police had already determined that Martina was a teenager and had even ventured into a nightclub? which was simply reckless.

Therefore, without saying a word, they brought Martina to a large “restroom“.

There were also many guests or performers from the nightclub gathered here. Among them was also Adam. She had no idea why he was also here.

As soon as he saw Martina, his expression changed drastically. “Hey, isn’t this the unlucky Martinez who got caught now?” Adam taunted.

Martina rolled her eyes in irritation and said, “Aren’t you caught too?”

Adam sneered, “You don’t understand. I can leave now!”

As if on cue, a police officer politely spoke to Adam, implying that it was all just a misunderstanding and he could go.

“I wonder how happy Benjamin would be if he saw you in this sorry state, Adam sneered at Martina. “Martinez, you can stay here and wait! I won’t play with you anymore!” he added before leaving with his group of friends.

It made sense after all. Adam’s family background was prominent and powerful. Although not comparable to the Walker family, it was not to be underestimated. How could he possibly capsize in the gutter because of this?”

On the contrary, she was the one who couldn’t go back home now.

The only thing worth celebrating was that Elena was not here. Martina asked the police and they said she had already left.

Elena probably would be able to bring her ID over soon and rescue Martina.

With this thought in mind, Martina stopped worrying and found a small corner in the lounge to squat on the ground. She tightly clasped her hands around her legs and buried her head in her arms.

What happened today was a sudden, but one thing led to another, and Martina’s emotions became restless once again. Could it be that misfortune never came alone? However, just to watch a special performance, one could unexpectedly encounter investigations for illegal business practices or even rape cases. She had such bad luck!

Many teenagers were also arrested along with them.

Several police officers criticized them one by one, warning them to protect themselves and avoid going to such places as much as possible to avoid getting hurt.

Even Martina was scolded nonstop.

Martina couldn’t help but smile bitterly and wasn’t angry, but she felt that it’s so strange.

Meanwhile, Benjamin took off his coat with a cold expression, sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Looking at the increasingly empty house and the lack of any trace of Martina, his mood became worse.

He impatiently tugged at his tie and gave Simon a look, saying, “Go check and find out what happened, and call the Rodríguez family.”

Clutching his phone in his hand, Benjamin made countless phone calls, but no one answered on Martina’s end.

What was she doing?

Was she intentionally not answering, or –?

Martina had never been like this before, could it be that she was still angry with him?”