At the police station, Julian pushed the door open hastily. He spotted Stephen at one glance.

There were bruises all over Stephen's face, and his suit was discarded at the side of the seat.

His shirt was wrinkled, and his sleeves were rolled up to his forearm. His shirt was even missing a few buttons.

Still, despite his disheveled appearance, he remained the most eye-catching figure in the room.

Never in Julian's wildest dreams would he have imagined that he would need to bail his boss out of the police station over a street fight.

This was the cool-headed Stephen they were talking about! Who would have thought he would start a brawl right in front of a kindergarten?

Julian had been in disbelief the whole time. But now that he had seen Stephen in person, he was forced to accept reality, as impossible as it seemed.

Rushing over to Stephen, he asked, "Mr. Anderson, who did you get into a fight with? How did you end up like this?"

Who would dare to beat Stephen up like this?

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