The Billionaire CEO Wants to Marry Me Every Day-Chapter 639: Choose One—Get Out or Go to Jail

"False, false accusation?"

The faces of the two girls were as pale as paper.

The lawyer kindly began to introduce: "False accusation refers to the intentional fabrication of criminal facts, reporting them to the public security authorities with the intent to subject others to criminal investigation. The punishment can range from imprisonment for less than three years to as much as imprisonment between three and ten years."

The two girls could no longer support their bodies and collapsed to their knees. "Bang."

Three years!

They just wanted Summer Monroe put away for ten days, but Damian Knight intended to imprison them for three years!

The taller girl was even more fragile inside, and after falling to the ground, the area beneath her skirt became wet--she was scared out of her wits.

"Come here," Damian Knight raised his voice.

Immediately, several bodyguards got off the car not far away and directly picked the two up and took them to First Ross Hospital.

Going to Ross Hospital, even a concussion wouldn’t be treated as a concussion.

It’s certain that they’ll be in prison.

Willow Grant’s lips pressed tightly into an arc, and she didn’t dare open her mouth to speak for the two people for a moment.

But her silence didn’t mean Damian Knight forgot about her.

Damian Knight’s gaze promptly fell upon Willow Grant.

Feeling Damian Knight’s gaze, Willow Grant shivered.

The next moment, Damian Knight’s voice sounded: "I remember warning you, didn’t I? Don’t provoke her; she isn’t someone you can provoke. But it seems your memory isn’t very good."

Willow Grant’s face turned from white to dark.

She bit her lip, as if all the blood in her body was rushing to her head.

But Damian Knight wasn’t finished talking, he asked: "Not in class now, right?"

Willow Grant didn’t understand why Damian Knight suddenly asked this, but instinctively nodded her head.

Damian Knight said: "That’s good, now go back to Knight Manor and pack up your things, or I’ll have someone throw your luggage out immediately!"

"No!" Willow Grant was shocked, nearly kneeling to beg Damian Knight.

Damian Knight said coldly: "I gave you a chance, and you didn’t take it, repeatedly provoking her..."

"No, I—I only made a phone call for them this time, you can’t do this to me!"

Willow Grant’s eyes welled up with tears, looking as pitiful as can be, most people would feel sympathy upon seeing her.

But Damian Knight prided himself on not being swayed by pity for others, not only feeling no sympathy but rather more annoyance.

Women are troublesome, how great it would be if they were all as direct and decisive as Summer Monroe?

Damian Knight spoke again: "If you don’t move, that’s fine, the lawyer will resolve today’s matters with you. Then I’ll send your belongings directly to the prison."

Willow Grant’s face changed drastically.

"No... Damian Knight, Mrs. Stone won’t agree to you doing this!"

Damian Knight was too lazy to continue talking to Willow Grant, he looked at his watch and urged: "I’ll give you three seconds, make a choice."

Willow Grant was both angry and sad, plunging into deep regret.

She really didn’t expect that her call to the police about arresting Summer Monroe would turn into Damian Knight putting her out.

"You have one second left." Damian Knight urged again.

Willow Grant was helpless, she certainly couldn’t go to jail, so she cried and chose: "Can I move out tomorrow for the weekend, is that okay?"

Raising his eyebrows, Damian Knight thought he could endure one day, so he nodded: "I’ll inspect tomorrow night, if I see your things still there, sorry, I’ll have to get the lawyer to find you."

Willow Grant’s tears fell more heavily.

But Damian Knight was already too lazy to pay attention to her, he turned to two police officers and said: "Thank you for running over here."

The two quickly waved their hands: "No, no, thanks to your report from Midnight Coffee House, we exceeded the quota this year, the rest of the year will be easy."

"Then you two can contact my lawyer afterward."

"Alright, Young Master Knight, we’ll be going now." The two police officers bowed slightly to Damian Knight and turned around to stride away.