Son-In-Law Gets an Upgrade
Chapter 616

Chapter 616 Did You Lick A Urinal

As mortifying as the police officers' words were, they had also made Zander realize just how bad he must have smelled. Dammit. I can't go to David like this! People in his company are going to talk.

"I'm just getting my ride home, okay?" he said in irritation. "That taxi driver needs to do what I'm paying him to do by hook or by crook."

The officers shared a look. From the aggressive, arrogant way the man was acting and the stench he had on him, they had reasons to suspect that he could potentially be dangerous.

One of them took out his baton. "Sir, put your arms behind your head and turn around. We need to do a pat down and ask you some questions."

"What the f*ck?" Zander growled. "Don't you know who I am? I work directly under David Zucker! Aaron Woods, the captain in the force, is a good friend of my boss. If you don't believe me, you can ask him if he knows of Mr. Zucker from the Zucker Group!"

The officers laughed. "Yeah, right," one of them said mockingly. "Look at you-you reek like a hobo and can't even afford a car, and you want us to believe someone like you work for Mr. Zucker? Pull the other

one!"

If there was one thing Zander hated, it was having someone challenge the name he had made for himself as David Zucker's assistant. What the officers said had severely bruised his ego and he flew into a rage. "A bunch of know-nothing pigs," he snarled. "I'm going to have all of you fired, I swear!"

The officers grew serious. "Are you threatening law enforcement officers?"

An officer stepped forward and twisted Zander's right arm to his back in a swift motion. The man yowled in pain. His right wrist was already sprained earlier by Alex, and now it was hurting even more. "We need your ID, now," the officer said in a steely tone that meant serious business.

Zander had no choice but to fish out his ID from his wallet using his free arm.

Another police officer ran a check on the ID. After replaceing out that Zander was indeed working for Zucker Group, they released him. "But why do you stink so much?" one of them asked dubiously. "Did you pee in your pants?"

By now, there were a small group of onlookers who gathered at the scene, curios to see what happened, They, too, smelled the stench coming from the man. Many covered their noses and stared at him with a disgusted look.

Though he was seething, there was little that Zander could do. He gritted his teeth and cursed everyone to hell and back. What did I do to deserve this? Dammit! If I had known that the taxi driver would be so much trouble, I'd have kept my mouth shut.

Just then, a Mercedes Benz pulled to a stop along the road. A young man, who seemed to have recognized Zander, came out of the car and approached him. "Hey, if it isn't Mr. Carter! What's going on here? Whoa..." He took a step back, fanning the air in front of his face. "Why do you smell so bad? Did you lick a