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In the past, he would only have headaches without the medication. Now, if he stopped taking them, he would feel like he had ants crawling all over his body, nibbling and chewing away at his bones.
Despite possessing tremendous willpower, the sensation felt like living hell to Jeremy.
“Do you know what this is?” Rio questioned.
Jeremy asked in a low voice, “What is it?”
“It is known as Crystal Ice,” Rio explained. “It’s a new type of drug, currently the most addictive and lethal on the market.”
Jeremy’s pupils constricted, and his breathing became uneven. “What is it again?”
“Mr. Walsh, now that we have concrete evidence, there’s no need to continue this charade in front of me, is there? *Rio stated, standing before Jeremy and studying him with a frigid gaze. “Come clean with us. Don’t waste our time or yours. You’re the president of a corporation; I know your time is precious.
“This is your first offence, so you won’t receive a severe sentence. You should take responsibility for your actions. Don’t dwell on it.”
Jeremy lowered his eyes, a frown deepening on his face. Zealous balls of rage burned in his eyes.
Sheryl had given him those pills. In other words, Justin had instructed her to do so.
Therefore, Justin had never intended to cure him from the very start. Instead, he was ensnaring him in drug use. Justin had made him engage with the devil, then lured him down into hell little by little.
Jeremy felt overwhelmed. At that moment, his temples began throbbing unexpectedly, and his gaze blurred.
Just then, the door to the interrogation room opened once again.
Jeremy blinked hard. He then saw a handsome man in a suit walk in. In a deep and confident voice, the man announced, “I am Mr. Walsh’s attorney, Steven Lynch. From now on, my client has the right to selectively answer or refuse any unreasonable questions.”
‘Steven-‘ Rio stared at Steven in shock.
They worked in the criminal justice system. This was Steven Lynch, the former reputable judge. How could he not know who he was?
*Judge Lynch?’ Jeremy asked, his lips quivering. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead.
A friendly smile spread across Steven’s face. “I haven’t been a judge for a long while. I am now simply your attorney, Mr. Walsh.”
Rio forced a slight smile. “I should have expected as much from the wealthiest family in Solana City. Of course you’d be able to hire the Mr. Lynch, the ex-judge who was unafraid of those with power.”
“Now that I’m in a different position, my perspective has changed. As an attorney, I believe everyone has the right to defend themselves.”
Steven calmly sat down next to Jeremy. Their eyes met, and he leaned into Jeremy’s ear, whispering, ‘Ms. Alyssa asked me to help you.”
Jeremy stared intently at him. His heart pounded uncontrollably, as if trying to break free from the chains binding it.
Thereafter, Steven picked up the test report and said coldly, “Even though the test results came back positive, this doesn’t prove that Mr. Walsh did drugs. Some illicit medications from overseas can also produce the same positive test results if taken in excess. Based on this alone, don’t you think your conclusion is too far-fetched, Chief Olson?”
The officer next to Rio was extremely displeased. He argued, “But we found Crystal Ice in his office. Although the quantity was small, it makes him a suspect for drug possession!”
“I’ve seen these tactics used to frame others too many times.” Steven placed the document down. With a sharp glint in his eyes, he continued, “Two months ago, our law firm accepted a case where someone reported their corporation’s leader for taking bribes.
“The police found a box of cash in that leader’s car. Ultimately, after investigation, it was discovered to be a setup. Someone had broken into the trunk of his car and planted the money.
*Over a thousand employees work at Walsh Group. Even with security, how can they guarantee no one snuck in to plant this bag of pills and frame my client?”
Rio flew off the handle. Through clenched teeth, he sneered. “Mr. Lynch, you’re quite eloquent. You’re even capable of defending a criminal.”
‘Also, you accused my client of doing drugs. Does your evidence present the complete picture?”
Rio frowned.
Steven leaned forward. In a steady voice, he questioned, “Do you have evidence of Mr. Walsh purchasing drugs or instructing his subordinate to purchase them on his behalf? Do you?”
Jeremy sat upright next to Steven, looking unperturbed. Yet deep within, he held immense admiration for the man beside him.
Born into nobility, Jeremy was naturally aloof, and Steven’s humility and poise were qualities Jeremy rarely encountered, even among the elite circles. Only a select few had ever earned his respect.
If he managed to navigate this ordeal and return safely to the Walsh Group, he already resolved to approach Steven personally. He would offer Steven the position of the company’s legal advisor, with remuneration entirely at Steven’s discretion-a gesture of Jeremy’s utmost sincerity.
As the interrogation progressed, Rio’s confidence began to falter. His expression grew stiffer with each passing moment until he finally let out a frustrated sigh. He was cornered.
Steven, exuding the authority of a judge, spoke firmly. “It’s one thing to summon my client for questioning or harbor suspicions about him. But every case must adhere to one fundamental principle-procedural justice.”
His sharp gaze swept across the room. “Do you have any evidence to prove that my client used or purchased drugs? Have you uncovered new witnesses or testimony? If the answer to all of these is ‘no,’ then you are only permitted to detain him for 24 hours, nothing more.”
An officer beside Rio bristled, his voice rising in anger. “He’s a scion of a wealthy family! Of course, he has the means to obtain these things illegally. The people around him would do anything for him-they’re probably conspiring to cover for him!”
Rio glared at the officer. He growled, “Shut up!”
Steven’s lips curled into a faint smile. “From what I gather, you have no concrete evidence. That being the case, there’s nothing more to discuss.”
His tone was calm yet unyielding. “Feel free to investigate anyone associated with Mr. Walsh. That’s your prerogative. Whether you find anything or not is none of our concern. But do not bother me with baseless accusations.
“If you insist on detaining my client for the full 24 hours, I’ll remain by his side until the very end. In the meantime, I’d appreciate a cup of coffee. Black, no sugar. Thank you.”
Rio stormed back to his office, his temper barely contained. Moments later, a subordinate came, bearing grim news.
Surveillance footage from Jeremy’s office in Walsh Group, where the Crystal Ice was found, had been completely erased, leaving no record of activity. Data recovery efforts had proved fruitless as well.
This development turned the situation into an enigma. Had Jeremy planted the drugs himself, or was he the victim of a calculated setup?
Unbeknownst to them, Alyssa had orchestrated the erasure. Acting swiftly, she contacted Xavier, instructing him to delete all footage from Jeremy’s office. Her goal was to eliminate any evidence-whether it implicated Jeremy or exonerated him.
Without tangible leads, the police would have no grounds to accuse Jeremy of drug possession. Alyssa’s maneuver was calculated to protect Jeremy from further charges.
As Rio wrestled with his frustration, an officer hurried into his office.
*Chief Olson, someone is here to see you.”
“Can’t you see that I’m busy? Unless it’s urgent, handle it yourselves!” Rio snapped.
“He claims to be a witness. He says he can prove that Jeremy used drugs.”
Rio’s eyes lit up, and he bolted from his desk.
A middle-aged man stood nervously in the corridor, clutching a brown envelope.
With a gleeful look, Rio approached the man and asked, “Are you the witness they told me about?”
“Yes…” The man’s voice was strained, his anxiety palpable. “I’m Sebastian Bender, the primary physician who treated Mr. Walsh during his recent hospitalization.”
Sebastian held out the envelope. “These are Mr. Walsh’s diagnosis report and blood test results.”
Rio took the envelope from Sebastian, moving quickly to extract the documents. His eyes scanned the reports with intense focus.
“Mr. Walsh’s blood sample contained methamphetamine…”
Rio’s eyes widened in shock. He knew this substance all too well-it was a component found in crystal meth.
Sebastian hesitated, then lowered his voice. “Also, if I’m not mistaken, Mr. Walsh was hospitalized due to severe withdrawal symptoms. He didn’t take his drugs on time, and his body couldn’t handle it. Would this count as evidence?”
*Dr. Bender, thank you for the crucial information you’ve provided. We greatly appreciate your assistance in this case!” Rio shook Sebastian’s hand vigorously, a triumphant smile spreading across his face.
Meanwhile, just around the comer, Cyrus stood with his back against the wall. He had heard every single word of their exchange. His chest burned with rage as he clenched his teeth. Pulling out his phone, he quickly texted Alyssa.
*Lyse, the situation has changed. I can’t join the investigation, but you must save Jeremy this time.
An hour later, Rio strode back into the interrogation room, brimming with confidence. He slammed Jeremy’s blood test results onto the table in front of him and Steven.
“This is fresh evidence from your primary physician. Your blood sample contained a substance exclusively found in drug abusers!”
A surprised look flashed across Steven’s face. He picked up the report and examined it closely.
Jeremy, on the other hand, remained composed. He lowered his gaze, his sharp jawline taut with tension. Deep down, he had anticipated this. This was Justin’s doing, another carefully laid trap to ensure he wouldn’t leave unscathed.
Rio’s voice grew more assertive. “Whether you took drugs yesterday or a year ago, it doesn’t matter. The traces remain in your body for up to two years. There’s no way to metabolize them that quickly! Now, with this proof, you can’t talk your way out of it. You’ll be detained for 15 days.”
Rio leaned back, his satisfaction evident. “The detention center isn’t exactly luxurious. The meals are terrible, and the beds will leave your back aching. A pampered man like you should start preparing for the discomfort.”
