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“We’ll see about that,” Cyrus replied coolly. “Let’s jog your memory with a little video clip, shall we?”
Nicholas’ emotionless eyes widened as he watched the video. It depicted a dimly lit alley behind a nightclub, where Nathan, the leader of the Ivory Gang, pinned his subordinate to the ground, raining blows upon him.
Shortly after, Nathan left the scene.
The subordinate was still alive. He was attempting to get up when a dark figure suddenly leaped down from a wall.
Cyrus fixed Nicholas with an intense stare, his eyes betraying tension in the muscles around them.
The unexpected assailant didn’t hesitate. He stomped on the Ivory Gang member, grabbed a rock, and smashed it on the man’s head thrice.
The subordinate crumpled, his head a sickening mess of blood. A pool of crimson bloomed around him, a horrifying final image as life ebbed away.
The initial lighting was dim, shrouding the killer’s face in darkness.
However, as if by fate’s intervention, the lighting on the nightclub’s flashy signage flickered to life momentarily, revealing the killer’s face-Nicholas, his features spattered with blood.
“After obtaining the video,” Cyrus began, his voice laced with unwavering certainty, “we sent it directly to forensics for a thorough analysis. The results are in, and they’re conclusive-the video is entirely authentic, with no signs of tampering.”
Cyrus declared confidently, his words were like nails hammering into Nicholas, pinning him down with the weight of his crime.
“Furthermore, physical evidence links you to the crime scene with a 98% match. We have irrefutable proof of your involvement in this murder, Chief Novak. The video and physical evidence are enough to convict you of first-degree murder, even without a confession.”
A heavy silence descended upon the interrogation room.
After a long moment, Nicholas erupted into a chilling, manic laughter. The metallic clang of his handcuffs against the table echoed through the room.
“Yes, it was me,” he declared. “I killed him after Nathan left. Then, I framed him for the murder. Anyway, you’ve already arrested me. Prosecute me, convict me. I won’t fight it.
“You are the police commissioner,” Cyrus pressed. “You never had any dealings with the victim, no prior animosity Why were you at the crime scene? Why resort to su ne brutality and then try to pin the blame on someone else? Were you acting under someone’s orders?”
Nicholas shut his eyes, a picture of defiance. No matter how many questions they threw at him, his lips remained sealed.
The next morning, Jameson, still recovering from his injuries, made his way to Schmidt Group headquarters. Swallowing a handful of pills, he forced himself onward. Hospitalization wasn’t an option, so medication was his only soface.
Jameson and Carl was on their way to the meeting room when Carl’s phone vibrated.
Carl answered it immediately, his eyes widening in panic as he listened. A tremor ran through him when he ended the call.
“What’s wrong?” Jameson inquired, noticing Carl’s growing panic.
“Mr. Schmidt, terrible news! The police arrested Chief Novak last night. They’re charging him with first-degree murder!”
Jameson’s heart lurched. “First-degree murder? What are you talking about?”
“Apparently, someone provided the police with a video. It shows Chief Novak killing the victim after Nathan left. The entire murder is on tape! He has no defense.” Jameson’s vision swam. A metallic tang filled his mouth as he lurched forward. A crimson spray erupted from his mouth, painting his pale lips a grotesque red.
“Mr. Schmidt!” Carl cried out in alarm.
Carl was petrified. He immediately placed a call to cancel the meeting before helping Jameson back to his office and onto his couch.
Jameson gasped for breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The pain felt like his insides were burning. His hands trembled as he pressed them to his burning forehead. His vision swam in and out of darkness.
“Here, drink some water, Mr. Schmidt!” Carl knelt beside him, his eyes red with worry. He held the glass to Jameson’s lips, which were stained with blood.
“I’ve called your private doctor. He’s on his way as fast as he can. Just hang in there…”
Jameson raised a hand and slapped the glass away. In a gruff voice, he rasped, “All these years… Nicholas has done a lot of dirty work for me. He has always been meticulous, handling everything cleanly. How could he leave evidence, let alone a video?”
“Anyone who plays with fire gets burned eventually,” Carl said through gritted teeth. “Even Chief Novak, with all his skills, isn’t infallible. Since he’s in police custody, we can’t let him live. I’ll get rid of him, no matter what it takes. I won’t let this implicate you!”
“That’s easier said than done,” Jameson coughed. “Nicholas is a police commissioner, not some nobody. Even if he’s a criminal, he’ll be in a special cell with heavy surveillance. Our people won’t be able to get to him.”
Carl’s face contorted in worry. He paced like a caged animal.
Jameson’s private doctor arrived soon after and performed a basic checkup.
“How’s Mr. Schmidt doing?” Carl asked. His eyes were filled with worry.
“Has Mr. Schmidt been taking various medications all these years? And I don’t mean just any medication, but strong ones?” the doctor asked hesitantly.
A pit formed in Carl’s stomach. “Well, yes, some… But how is he really?”
“The long-term use of medication, especially strong ones, has taken a toll on Mr. Schmidt’s organs. The recent increase in dosage to manage his condition in the recent hospitalization has made things worse. The combination is overwhelming his system.”
“So… why did Mr. Schmidt throw up blood?” Carl stammered.
“The emotional stress and damaged organs caused his stomach to an overproduction of gastric enzymes. These enzymes damaged his blood vessels, leading to acute bleeding. A more detailed examination at a hospital is necessary for a definitive diagnosis.”
Carl felt a wave of despair wash over him. He dismissed the doctor with a wave of his hand. “Thank you for your help. You may leave now.”
After the doctor left, Jameson took some medication. His breathing soon stabilized.
“Something’s not right,” Jameson rasped, sitting up with Carl’s help. His eyes gleamed with a dangerous glint. “The video of Nicholas’ crime was recorded at the scene. If the person had this evidence, why wait two whole months to report him? Why now of all times?”
Carl couldn’t answer Jameson’s questions.
“Nathan took the blame, and Ivory Group suffered greatly because of it. If they had revealed this evidence earlier, none of this would have happened.”
A cold glint appeared in Jameson’s eyes. “The only explanation is that the whistleblower had just obtained this evidence. Previously, you mentioned Amber leaving The Millennium for a while, didn’t you?”
Carl’s face stiffened abruptly, and goosebumps erupted on his skin. He asserted confidently, “Mr. Schmidt! Amber was with me the entire time, I swear! She never touched her phone or left my sight. Even if she intended something, she wouldn’t have had the opportunity!
“Besides, I’ve been monitoring her phone 24/7. There are no outgoing calls. I’m positive she’s not involved!”
“Are you absolutely certain she was never out of your sight, not even for a second?” Jameson inquired slyly.
Suddenly, a memory flashed in Carl’s mind-the car accident. He had stepped away briefly to handle it, leaving Amber alone in the car for just a few minutes. But she hadn’t met anyone. So how could she have gotten the video evidence?
“It’s true. She met with no one. I swear!” Carl asserted calmly, though his heart raced within.
Jameson leaned back, a slight smile playing on his lips. “It seems like you’ve taken quite a fancy to her.”
“I…” Carl stammered, his face flushing in panic.
“If that’s the case, I shall decide on your behalf this time. You should marry Amber.”
Carl’s eyes widened in shock. “You… You want me to marry Amber?”
“I know you’ve always had feelings for her,” Jameson replied, closing his eyes casually. “It’s been too long since we celebrated anything in the Schmidt family. You’ve served me faithfully without asking for anything in return.
“I’m not heartless. I recognize your true desires. Consider Amber a token of my gratitude, if you will.”
“Thank you, Mr. Schmidt! I’m honored to marry Amber. She’s a gift from you. Why would I ever mind? I’d be ecstatic!” Carl exclaimed gratefully, moved.
“Start planning the wedding soon. I’ll be generous with my congratulations,” Jameson said with forced cheer. “Hold it in Kontina, and let Amber stay there. You’ll travel between the two cities.”
“I understand, Mr. Schmidt,” Carl replied, a flicker of comprehension crossing his features. His chest tightened. “But what about Chief Novak? How do you plan to deal with the situation?”
“He’s been corrupt for years. He’ll understand his position,” Jameson replied coolly, eyes narrowing with a hint of coldness. “Besides, I still hold leverage over his weakness. If he’s wise, he won’t betray me.”
News of Police Commissioner
Nicholas Novak’s arrest for premeditated murder sent shockwaves throughout the nation. The revelation of the true culprit brought relief, as Nathan, the wrongly accused, was finally cleared of murder charges.
However, the prosecution continued to pursue an assault charge against him, though with a significantly lighter sentence. It was practically a fresh start. Considering his good behavior in detention, Nathan was granted a suspended sentence and released on bail thanks to the Waters family.
On the day of his release, Alyssa and Colene arrived together to pick him up.
“Ms. Colene, I’m so sorry for the trouble,” Nathan said, his voice thick with emotion. Despite his past as a fearless gang leader, he was on the verge of tears. “What are you talking about, Nathan? We’re family,” Colene replied, tears welling up in her eyes. She pulled him into a hug. “I know it’s been incredibly difficult.”
“It was nothing. But I do owe my release to Ms. Alyssa and Mr. Walsh,” Nathan said, his eyes filled with gratitude as he looked at Alyssa.
“My contribution to clearing your name was minimal, Mr. Nathan,”
Alyssa said brightly. “The credit goes to a remarkable woman. She bravely provided the key evidence. I can’t hold a candle to her strength and wisdom.”
