The Prince Who Cannot Fall In Love & The Missing Heiress

"Hello... what are you here for, Mr. McDermott?" Ron Gilbert murmured.

Who didn't know Dean McDermott in the legal world in America and at the international level? The man never once lost a case he took. His reputation was high in all directions, and almost everyone who studied law knows who he was.

Ron Gilbert, the chief of police, and some senior officers there knew who Dean McDermott was. They were immediately overwhelmed by confusion of why this impressive man was now in the police station.

"Good day, Mr. McDermott," the chief of police greeted him kindly. "Can I help you?"

Dean nodded nonchalantly. He nodded slowly towards Nicolae and the twins.

"I'm sorry I came late, I was in the middle of another case hearing. Did you just arrive?" he asked.

Nicolae nodded back. "We also just arrived. The police are treating us well. I think this is just a misunderstanding between two high school kids."

Dean narrowed his eyes. "If Young Master was assaulted by that boy, we must take legal action. The boy is older than him, he is his senior in school. I am sure he can be sued and tried as an adult. If this is his second violation, he can go to jail for up to five years."

Dean's words made the people gasp. Charles, who did not know who Dean was and what his reputation was, immediately shouted in anger. "Hey! Don't you dare talking nonsense! I'm the victim here! He's the one who has to go to jail. Damn it!"

Hearing Dean's words just now, Ron Gilbert turned pale. He hurriedly covered his son's mouth with his hand. Suddenly, he felt worried. He was initially going to teach that kid a lesson for beating up Charles by using his connections at the police station, namely his own younger brother, the chief of police.

But who would have thought, that brat turned out to know Dean? Now Dean just casually said he would reverse the case and send Charles to prison... Yikes!

Ron already knew Dean's reputation, and he couldn't underestimate Dean's subtle threat of punishing his son.

Ten minutes later, Nicolae and his two children already drove down the road in the man's car toward Manhattan. Altair and Vega were very enthusiastically discussing what had just happened at the police station.

"Crazy! Dean is so cool!! Did you see how pale their faces turned? Charles' father and uncle were totally gobsmacked!" Altair blurted. "They couldn't do anything."

"That's right. To avoid going to prison, Charles must instead apologize to you," Vega replied with a big smile. "Next time, if Charles giving you trouble, Dean said we just have to call him."

"Yes ... and the most exciting part is, Dean did not reveal our secrets. The people there thought Dean is our distant relative, so he came to take care of the case. Nobody would suspect anything," Altair continued. "We don't need to leave our school."

Nicolae smiled at the conversation between the twins. He was also happy because Altair and Vega could stay with him until they graduated high school as they planned. Indeed calling Terry earlier was the right decision, he thought.

The text from his best friend came in when Nicolae arrived in front of the gate of the Schneider family's massive mansion. The mansion was now occupied by Aleksis and Elios and their younger sons. The gate automatically opened because it had recognized the car and the faces of those in it.

After parking his car, Nicolae reads the SMS from Terry.

[Dean has reported everything to me. Next time if there's anything you need, just can contact him directly. He will maintain your confidentiality.]

[Thank you. You're the best.] Nicolae immediately wrote his reply.

He put his cellphone in his pocket and led Altair and Vega into the mansion.

"Hey ... you guys arrived on time, we are preparing a picnic in the backyard," said Aleksis, who looked more beautiful by the day. Her honey-colored hair was fashioned into a simple bun on top of her head. She hugged Nicolae and kissed her two children's cheeks.

A pair of very handsome six-year-old boys with brown curls and deep purple eyes immediately rushed to Nicolae. They clung their arms around their beloved uncle's neck. Even though they met Nicolae every weekend, Ireland and Scotland always acted like they hadn't seen each other for years.

"Hey ... how are you, Ireland? Scotland? What did you do today?" Nicolae asked happily as he kissed their cheeks alternately and ruffled his nephews hair.

"We learned how to draw," Ireland answered in a cute tone.

"After that, we helped Mommy bake some cookies," Scotland continued.

"Wow ... that's great! I want to eat the cookies you made," Nicolae said happily.

Ireland and Scotland released their arms from Nicolae's neck and each pulled his right and left hands through the enormous living room to the backyard, which contained a beautiful lush garden and outdoor swimming pool.. At the end of the garden, on a thick expanse of grass, Elios was seen throwing a picnic blanket and arranging food and drinks for them.