"Ziggy Larkspur! If you mess with us, I'll report you to the police," Harper threatened sternly.

"Report me? Hahaha!" Ziggy burst out laughing.

Behind him, his henchmen laughed and looked at her with amusement.

They wouldn't be as unrestrained as they were now in South City if they didn't have influential connections.

"Ms. Busch, you're so cute. I think I'm falling in love with you." Ziggy approached her, munching on an apple.

"So, tell me, how will you report me? I'm the victim here. It