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Nicholas’ eyes were listless. “The Solana City police force don’t just do nothing. Justice will always prevail. This is what he deserves.”
Jeremy held his gaze unflinchingly. “Then, who do you think is next?”
The air suddenly turned stale.
“How would I know?” Nicholas dismissed him coldly, but a tremor ran through the hand holding his cigarette.
“Aidan and Jameson worked extremely closely. Aidan, the president of Lovelace Group and a Belbanks bigwig, helped Jameson distribute illegal drugs, amassing a fortune in the process. Yet, Jameson cast him aside like a disposable tool. As you can see, Jameson trusts no one.”
Jeremy squinted his eyes and continued, “Jameson was merely getting rid of Aidan after he outlived his usefulness. Chief Novak, are you certain you’re any different?”
Nicholas felt a slight stirring in his heart. However, he knew Jameson had eyes all over Solana City. He had no idea how to explain himself if Jameson found out that he had secretly met up with Jeremy. S
Jameson was cold-blooded, sinister, and distrusting. No matter what,
Nicholas had to survive; only then, could protect his wife. Besides, was already entangled with
Jameson-there was no turning back.
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As Nicholas rose to leave, Jeremy lunged forward and pressed a silver lighter into Nicholas’ palm.
“You didn’t bring a lighter, right? If you don’t mind, you can have it.”
Nicholas’ eyes constricted as an inexplicable pain surged in his chest. He then accepted the lighter, lowered his head and hastily left the cafe.
Jeremy remained in his seat, observing the hustle and bustle of the night. Nicholas had completely disappeared from his sight.
Just then, his phone buzzed with a message from Alyssa on WhatsApp. “Did you meet with him?”
He smiled faintly, his calloused fingers dancing across the keyboard. “Yes, we talked.”
Alyssa replied, “Was the chat a complete bust? While your IQ is amazing, your EQ leaves much to be desired.”
“Even you can’t reason with him, Lyse. What else can I do?” Jeremy paused as his eyes darkened. Then he added, “But turning him wasn’t my goal from the outset.”
A beat of silence followed. Then, a flurry of emojis filled the screen, followed by a text. “So you met with him to make Jameson suspicious? You want to sow discord between them!”
“You’re so smart!” Jeremy replied.
“You’re so cunning!” Alyssa was stunned by the audacity of the plan.
Meanwhile, Jeremy appeared unsure how to respond after that. However, his gaze remained loving.
“There’s a 30 percent chance this gambit works, even if it puts us in the crosshairs.”
Just then, a camera retracted discreetly into the darkness of a parked black car.
The corridors along the VIP ward were quiet and deserted. There was no one in sight.
A female nurse came to check on Edgar after doing her rounds. As she left, a figure dressed as a nurse silently slipped into the ward. The ward was silent; Edgar was sound asleep.
The man quickly took a syringe and plunged it into Edgar’s withered arm.
Surprisingly a light sleeper, Edgar bolted awake, his eyes wide with alarm. “W-Who are you?”
It was the first time the man had done something like this. He panicked and stammered, “I-I am a new nurse. I’m here to do my rounds.” “Nonsense! My daughter personally selected a nurse for me. Who the hell are you?”
This man set off alarm bells in Edgar’s head. He reached for the call button, but the man reacted swiftly, clamping a hand around his neck. “I’m sorry, Mr. Edgar. At this point, I have no choice!”
A sinister glint flickered in the man’s eyes as he tightened his grip. Edgar’s mouth gaped open, his pale complexion turning a sickly purple.
Through gritted teeth, the man hissed, “I’ve experienced nothing but warmth and appreciation from you during my time serving the Lovelaces, so the least I could do for you is offer you the truth before you go. Mr. Edgar, remember, even your own blood can turn against you, let alone anyone who isn’t your own.”
A jolt of shock ran through Edgar as he listened. His lips trembled, barely forming a whisper.
“Don’t blame me. Blame that son of yours. He’s become much too vicious for his own good!”
Edgar slowly closed his eyes as tears of anger streamed down.
Then, with a deafening bang, the ward door burst open.
“Don’t move. Put your hands up!” Cyrus roared as he charged into the room. Both hands held his gun steady, aimed squarely at the man who was being caught in the act.
The man panicked and released his grip. Seeing no escape, he dashed toward the window and forced it open. He peered down, his eyes darkening. It was ten floors high!
Cyrus swiftly executed a roundhouse kick, sending the man crashing to the ground. Cyrus promptly pinned him down and slapped on a pair of handcuffs.
“You’re under arrest for attempted murder! You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say can and will be used against you in court!”
Cyrus removed the man’s mask, only to find it was Joseph’s trusted secretary, Ernest Brown.
“I-I confess. I-I’ll tell you everything!”
Ernest was not a professional assassin, so he easily crumbled under pressure. The threat overwhelmed him, causing him to break k. He cried as he pleaded, “Sir, will it reduce my sentence if become a witness? I didn’t want to Kill Mr. Edgar. Mr. Joseph forced me to.
“Not only did he instigate murder, but he was also involved in Mr. Aidan’s illegal drug business. He was the one who provided the storage to hide the drugs. I have proof I can testify against him in court!”
Cyrus’ eyebrows shot up. With a stern voice, he barked orders to his subordinates, “Go back to the station immediately and secure an arrest warrant for Joseph Lovelace, president of the Lovelace Group! Locate him at once!”
In less than an hour, the police apprehended Joseph at the airport, where he was attempting to flee to Mosgravia.
On the way out through the airport halls, the police carefully covered Joseph’s handcuffed hands with clothes to avoid creating unnecessary commotion.
Despite that, whispers and curious glances followed them. The travelers even took pictures and posted them online.
In the interrogation room, Joseph, who always cultivated an image of elegance and reason, now pounded the table with his cuffed hands, screaming in frustration, “Didn’t Aidan confess to everything? I don’t know anything about his illegal drug business, and it has nothing to do with me. Who put you up to this? Why target me and the Lovelace Group?”
Cyrus stared coldly at the man he once called Uncle Joseph. His lips formed a thin, impassive line. “Mr. Joseph, is that foresight you’re displaying, or perhaps a guilty conscience? I haven’t even mentioned drugs, yet you’re already incriminating yourself.”
Joseph broke out in a cold sweat under Cyrus’ unyielding gaze. He attempted to leverage their relationship to his advantage. “Mr. Cy… I mean, Cyrus! After all, I’m still your uncle!”
“In this room,” Cyrus countered, his voice devoid of emotion, “we are officer and suspect.”
Cyrus continued, “And besides, you are Edgar Lovelace’s adopted son, not his biological son. You have no blood ties to him or my mother. So, ‘uncle’ seems rather far-fetched. Joseph flushed a deep crimson, the sting of humiliation burning across his face.
“We’re not just arresting you for illegal drug storage and distribution but also for inciting your secretary, Ernest Brown, to murder Edgar Lovelace. He was caught in the act.
Cyrus’ gaze was sharp. “We have a witness statement, and your secretary recorded your instructions to protect yourself. The evidence is solid. Even though it was attempted murder, you’ll be spending the rest of your life behind bars.”
Joseph’s bloodshot eyes widened in disbelief. “W-Wait! W-What did you say?”
“Attempted murder,” Cyrus repeated slowly, enunciating each word.
Cyrus, typically stoic in the interrogation room, cracked a smile. “My team intervened in time. Mr. Edgar was saved. He’s still in the hospital but stable.”
Joseph slumped in his chair dishearteningly, as if all his energy had drained away. Suddenly, he burst into uncontrollable laughter. “That useless son of a bitch. He can’t even do anything right!”
Cyrus frowned. “So, you’re admitting to it?”
“Don’t you have all the evidence? Where can I go if I don’t confess?”
“Why did you do it?”
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“Edgar Lovelace had been unkind to me and me as his son. He me as a tool to help him him build his empire and secure his family Why should I pretend to be a good son when he is so heartless to me? I’ve pretended for more than 30 years, and I’ve had enough!”
Joseph’s true nature laid bare. “So, what if you prosecute me? Edgarz isn’t dead, and I’m not the one who did it. And I’ve already told you had nothing to do with the illegal drugs. Aidan operated alone!”
Then, the door of the interrogation room opened. A policeman rushed in and whispered into Cyrus’ ear.
Cyrus’ expression shifted drastically. After a long silence, he spoke in a low voice, “Your son, Aidan, was afraid of facing conviction. He jumped from a building and took his own life an hour ago.”
Joseph’s head spun, and it felt as if the ceiling itself was crumbling down on him.
