Chapter 61 Horses Don’t Graze on Grass They’ve Passed_1

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Chapter 61 of "Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law" opens with: Chapter 61: Chapter 61 Horses Don’t Graze on Grass They’ve Passed_1Thinking that Rachel Bailey had... See what unfolds next!

Chapter 61: Chapter 61 Horses Don’t Graze on Grass They’ve Passed_1Thinking that Rachel Bailey had agreed to come back, Dio Powell immediately nodded with a smile. "If I want your CEO position, would you give it to me as well?" Dio Powell was taken aback. Rachel stood up, sneering, "You see, your words carry no weight. Dio Powell, it seems you don’t know that old saying." "What old saying?" Dio Powell’s smile gradually faded from his face. He, the CEO of Cosmos Group, had humbled himself before a mere working girl, and this damned girl even dared to play coy with him. His anger had already been blazing intensely. "Good horses don’t eat the grass behind them!" With that, Rachel left without turning back. She had no plans to work in accounting anymore. She wouldn’t take the job no matter who asked her. She didn’t want to become a pawn for others to use. After leaving Cosmos Group, she walked toward the main road. As she walked, it suddenly occurred to her that since she wanted to do business, she might as well look for a storefront to scout the market. With this thought, Rachel gave up the chance to take the bus and continued walking along the sidewalk by the road. After a while, she came across a pedestrian overpass. She climbed up the overpass and walked down the other side to a bustling street lined with shops of all kinds. She slowed down and carefully examined the shops around her, trying to see which line of business was doing best among them all. She had limited starting funds. She needed to start small and find cheap suppliers. Of course, if she wanted to expand, she could borrow money from Julia Bluen, but she didn’t want to. She didn’t want others to think that she got close to Julia only for her status and position. The time had already turned to four in the afternoon, and the number of pedestrians on the streets was increasing, making it start to feel crowded. That’s the big city for you—not even a holiday, and yet so many people were out shopping. Suddenly, a strong arm snaked around Rachel’s neck from behind, and then a hard gun was pressed against her head. Before she could react, a ferocious shout came from behind, "Don’t anyone come closer, or I’ll shoot her dead!" "Ah..." Everyone on the street was shocked by the scene. Passersby near Rachel screamed in fright and ran away in panic. Rachel was utterly astonished, her face full of confusion and her eyes brimming with surprise. She looked at the several police cars that stopped nearby and watched more than a dozen police officers jump out of their vehicles, each drawing their guns and pointing them at *her*. What’s happening? Rachel’s brain short-circuited. With a dozen guns pointed at her and another pressed against her head, had she become a target practice dummy? "Let the hostage go! You have no way out! Lay down your weapon!" shouted the man in civilian clothes in charge. He had a stern, yet surprisingly handsome face, and even as her mind reeled, Rachel found him somewhat familiar. Suddenly, she remembered. That man was the driver of the police car she had forcefully stopped that day. He had been dead serious. Although he had helped her escape her pursuers, he had also lectured her severely before dropping her off. She recalled him saying as he let her out of the car that if he ever caught her forcibly stopping a vehicle again, he would take her to the Police Station and detain her for obstructing traffic. Hostage? Oh my god! Rachel finally understood her situation. She had the dubious fortune of being caught up in a prime-time cop-and-robber story, taken hostage by someone from the Mafia Society. "None of you come any closer, or I’ll kill her right now!" The shout from behind grew hysterical, and the arm around her neck tightened, making it difficult for Rachel to breathe. Blinking, her face turned pale, she looked desperately at Benjamin Robinson, her eyes pleading, Damn it, back off! Do you want me to die an untimely death? Benjamin Robinson’s cold, deep eyes fixed intently on the man behind Rachel and didn’t miss Rachel’s struggle to breathe. He raised his hand to stop the police officers from advancing, instead standing his ground with his gun pointed at Rachel and her captor. "Loosen... up..." Rachel gasped out, the pressure on her throat unbearable. "Shut up!" the man behind her shouted. As he yelled at Rachel, a gunshot rang out. The bullet whizzed by Rachel’s ear and struck the shoulder of his gun arm. The man cried out in pain, his gun clattering to the ground. Benjamin Robinson rushed over with lightning speed and, with a flawless takedown, apprehended the man. Rachel collapsed onto the ground. Several police officers rushed over, took the man from Benjamin’s custody, and escorted him to a police car. Benjamin then knelt on one knee in front of Rachel, regarding her, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you alright?" It was clear that he recognized her. Indeed, it would have been difficult not to recognize her; Rachel’s actions that day had been incredibly bold. He’d been a police officer for many years, but this was the first time he’d encountered a woman audacious enough to flag down a police car in the middle of the street. "Help me up," Rachel glared at him, speaking irritably. Benjamin’s eyebrow twitched. Her tone is as awful as ever. She’d been so frightened she’d collapsed, and yet she still expected him to help her up. Thoughts aside, Benjamin still extended a hand and helped Rachel to her feet, supporting her by the elbow. Once standing, Rachel realized just how much shorter she was compared to Benjamin; she estimated that she barely reached his shoulder. She tilted her head back, glaring up at Benjamin. He looked down at her, his expression stern. "In situations like this, it’s best to keep quiet in the future. If not for my quick reflexes and accurate shot, that criminal would have killed you in a fit of rage just now." "Future encounters? Hey, what kind of police officer are you? Do you actually hope that law-abiding citizens get taken hostage? Right, that way you police officers get to show off your bravery." Hearing him say this, Rachel was furious. She’d been scared half to death, and he still dared to lecture her! Benjamin pressed his lips together and kept silent.

Chapter 61 Horses Don’t Graze on Grass They’ve Passed_1

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