The High School Bad Boy
Chapter 82. You Get What You Deserve (1).

POLICE DE PARIS, RESEAU EST, PARIS.

"Bonsoir, je m'appelle Sylvain Barbeau (good afternoon, my name is sylvain barbeau). I'm here to ask you a few things, Miss Like."

The man in white looked at Wulan who was sitting across from his desk with a probing look. Makes Wulan feel like she really is becoming a patient. Sitting in a room three times the size of four with a police officer who will interview him. More precisely interrogate him.

"Have you lived in France for a long time?" ask the man who claimed to be Sylvain Barbeau.

"Nearly six years," replied Wulan. He tried to look as calm as possible.

"What do you do, Miss Laksana?"

"I work as a High School Teacher."

"How close are you to your students?"

"I'm pretty close to them."

Sylvain picked up her phone, fiddled with it for a moment, then showed the screen to Wulan. "Is this how you get along with your students?"

Wulan frowned as Sylvain scrolled the screen to the side revealing candid photos of herself with some male disciples. His picture was with Janvier in class when the boy apologized to him, then a photo with one of the 11th graders named Paul who was asking him to help explain a lesson he did not understand. And some photos of his interactions with some other male students. Everything is candid and taken from his activities at school in recent days.

Lastly, the picture was with Max in front of his apartment building. He was holding Max's arm.

"J'ai pas compris, Monsieur (i don't understand, sir), why are you showing me all these photos?"

"You know Maximilian Guillaume?"

"He ... my student at Jean-Baptiste Say."

"What is your relationship with him?"

"Teacher and disciple, as with other children."

"Why was he in your apartment when our clerk picked you up?"

Wulan swallowed his saliva. His chest pounded. But as hard as he could, he tried to stay calm.

"He asked for an extra lesson."

Sylvain smiled as she folded her arms in front of her chest.

"You don't lie, Miss Laksana. Maximilian Guillaume has confessed that you and he have a special relationship. He said you manipulated him."

Wulan. This time he failed to hide the tension on his face.

"Couldn't she really say that?"

"Yes ...."

Wulan fell silent. Did Max really do all that? Not likely.

Is not an investigator allowed to lie to a person suspected of guilt to get a confession from him.

"It can't be ...." Wulan tried to challenge Sylvain's sharp gaze. "There has never been any special relationship between me and Maximilian Guillaume."

"Don't dodge it again, Miss Wise."

"You're accusing me of just the evidence of those photos?"

"We have witnesses. Maximilian Guillaume's father and his Instructor."

Wulan was expecting it. The woman acted again.

"We have no problem with the special relationship between you and Maximilian, as long as no one is harmed. The thing is, Miss Laksana, you manipulated the young man and his parents did not accept. You're having sexual harassment on minors."

Wulan was about to protest but Sylvain raised her hand gesturing for silence.

"I'll give you time to think" Sylvain said as she moved away from her seat. "When I get back to this room, I want to get a confession from you."

Wulan scooped her face violently. Then he bowed, staring at the pure white marble floor he stepped on.

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CHAMPS ELYSEES PARIS.

Max tried to hide his tensed face on the securite uniformed man before him.

"Who are you going to see?" ask the man.

"Miss Jolene Dupont" he replied calmly. Even though his chest was now rumbling withstanding a huge anger.

"May I know who you are and what you need?"

"Aubert, Andre .. I have an appointment to counsel with him."

The man was seen talking to someone through an intercom on his desk. Moments later the man allows Max to take the elevator to the third floor where Jolene's apartment is located.

Max stood in front of the gray-painted door as he caught his hunting breath. He knocked it hard enough.

He waited for a while before someone opened the door from the inside. Jolene looked surprised at Max's arrival.

"Max?" said astonishment. The apartment guard a moment ago said that it was Andre Aubert who wanted to see him. But why was the figure of this bengal young man standing before him?

"Salut, Miss Jolene ...." Max grinned with a sinister look. Makes Jolene's chest beat tight.

"You can't come in!" yells. He was about to close the door again but quickly Max held back with his feet. He pushed the door hard until Jolene was pushed back a few steps.

Max shuts the door tight. Then walked towards Jolene who kept stepping back avoiding him.

"You told Belle to spread gossip between me and Wulan at school. You told Andre to harass Wulan. And you ... reported Wulan to the police!" Max's jaw hardened withholding his anger.

"Your father reported Wulan. I don't know shit. Really," great-grandson Jolene as she pressed behind her big couch.

Max grabs Jolene's collar and pulls the woman down and slams her back against the wall.

"Where's your phone?" Max presses Jolene's neck, making it difficult for her to breathe.

Jolene nodded loudly. He glanced towards the table where the rectangular object lay on it. Only his eyeballs move, but Max can catch his movements.

Max releases Jolene and moves quickly to the table intending to retrieve the phone.

Bugggh.

A single blunt blow landed on Max's back violently. Made him fall to the floor.

Jolene, now holding a baseball bat in her hand, hit Max with all her might. Now hit the back of Max's head. Fresh blood flowed down his back. Max groans in pain.

Seeing Max sprawled, Jolene rushed to the table where her phone was. Suddenly he fell to the floor hard. The two spontaneous arms he used to rest his body, felt so intense pain.

With the rest of his strength, Max pulled Jolene's leg towards him. Gripped both of the woman's thighs and crawled up onto it. He grabbed Jolene's hair and slammed her face on the floor. Jolene's agonizing cry sounded deafening. Blood flowed from his broken nose.

"Woman breng sek!" mean it. He turned Jolene's body.

"This is for the gossip you spread at school!"

Plakk.

One slap landed on Jolene's right cheek.

"This is for Wulan who was almost harassed."

Plakk.

Now his left cheek is the target of Max's slap.

"This is for Wulan who is being held at the police station."

Plakk.

Jolene's right cheek again got a hard slap.

"And this, to make your brain think clearly."

Bukkkkkkkkkkkk.

Max delivers a punch right in Jolene's bloodied face. The woman was weak. Only a moaning sound came from his mouth.

He never hit a woman. But Jolene is an exception. The woman deserved it.

Staggered Max got up from the top of Jolene's body and walked toward the table behind the sofa and took Jolene's cell phone.

Max watched for a moment Jolene who was still lying down and moaning in pain. He wiggled his cell phone in front of the woman's face.

"You will accept the consequences!" exclaim Max while sharing his slanted smile.

Max then covers his injured head with his black hoodie. Until the blood still dripping from the wound on the back of his head is safely hidden. He cleaned his hands slightly affected by blood stains by wiping them on his jacket.

Max just left Jolene. She was sure the woman would be fine. A broken nose will not kill him.

Let the police take care of it in a minute. That woman won't be able to run anywhere.

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