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Amber’s pupils constricted. Her sharp mind caught the implication of his words.
He hadn’t just assured her that Jameson wouldn’t take action; he had boldly stated that Jameson wouldn’t have the audacity to do so.
Carl’s loyalty to Jameson was evident, but self-preservation was a primal instinct shared by both animals and humans. With Jameson’s erratic and ruthless behavior, the former likely navigated cautiously around the latter.
Carl probably had hidden vital evidence against Jameson to protect himself.
Amber forced herself to calm down and regain her composure. She bit her lower lip until it bled, the metallic taste filling her mouth. Then, she relaxed in Carl’s arm, leaning her sweaty forehead on his shoulder as if resigned to her fate.
Carl’s heart pounded with emotion as he held her tightly. “Amber,” he said lovingly, “let’s go back to Kontina. It’s beautiful, with mountains and scenery. We can get married there.
“I love you deeply, and I promise to always keep you safe. I’m the one who can bring you true happiness. Axel could never give you that.”
A sharp, crushing ache tore through Amber’s heart, leaving it in shattered pieces.
A week later, the police formed a task force to investigate Nicholas’ case.
Cyrus led a team to search his house. They found not only a large amount of illegal drugs but also various guns and weapons. They even discovered photos and detailed information on several victims. Clearly, the gang member from The Ivory wasn’t Nicholas’ first.
Cyrus submitted the evidence. The entire police force prioritized solving Nicholas’ case. They needed to uncover the truth and bring closure to the victims’ families.
However, no matter how much Cyrus and his team interrogated Nicholas, they couldn’t get him to talk. They had exhausted all methods.
Despite the evidence against him, Nicholas refused to speak about his motives or a possible mastermind. He remained determined to take all the blame.
The case was at a standstill.
One day, Alyssa and Jeremy arrived at the station.
“This man is unshakeable. We have no way of getting him to talk!” Cyrus slammed his fist against the wall in frustration. “I’ve interrogated brainwashed cult members had ne but he’s even tougher. This is maddening!”
“Calm down, Cyrus,” Alyssa said, her arm linked with Jeremy’s. Her gaze was steady as she asked, “Would it be possible to speak to your supervisor and request permission for me to talk to Chief Novak?”
Jeremy looked at her deeply. “Lyse, you think you can get through to him?”
Alyssa chuckled nervously, “Just trying anything at this point. Desperate times call for desperate measures.”
The station captain was under pressure from his superiors because the police officers still couldn’t get Nicholas to talk.
When he learned that Alyssa wanted to try negotiating with Nicholas, he decided solving the case was more important than following protocol. Although Alyssa wasn’t a professional negotiator, he made an exception and allowed her to meet with Nicholas for a chat.
Jeremy and Cyrus watched Alyssa’s confrontation with Nicholas through a one-way mirror in the observation room next to the interrogation room. Their faces were grim and filled with concern.
In the interrogation room, Nicholas stared emotionlessly at Alyssa. “Ms. Alyssa, I’ve confessed everything I need to confess. I don’t think we have anything left to discuss.”
“Chief Novak,” Alyssa began.
“Please don’t call me that. Here, I’m just a cold-blooded murder suspect,” Nicholas mocked.
Even as a prisoner, he retained his elegance-decades as an official had imbued him with an air of calmness that wouldn’t disappear overnight.
“Alright, Mr. Novak, then,” Alyssa conceded. Her gaze held warmth and respect. “I know you didn’t end up here because you’re evil. It was because you had no other choice.”
“You’re wrong. All my decisions were my own,” Nicholas insisted. A corner of his lip twitched. “Ms. Alyssa, I only agreed to this meeting because you once saved my wife. I’ve confessed to my crimes and won’t elaborate further. Please leave.”
On the other side of the mirror, Jeremy gritted his teeth and clenched his fists.
Sensing Jeremy’s nervousness, Cyrus patted his shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Jeremy. I’m sure Lyse knows what she’s doing.”
Alyssa took a deep breath to compose herself. She placed a report in front of Nicholas.
“What’s this?” Nicholas asked, lowering his eyes.
“This is an analysis report from a reputable institution on the new medication you consider your lifesaver,” Alyssa explained coldly. Nicholas’ eyes flickered, and his cold fa?ade wavered slightly.
“You were so protective of the mastermind, even committing crimes for him. You did it all to save your wife, who has Alzheimer’s.
“But you never stopped to think that this so-called ‘research’ for a new medication was a sham from the start,” Alyssa continued, her voice calm yet her eyes sharp. Her words pierced through Nicholas’ defenses.
“What do you mean? What scam?” Nicholas demanded, his jaws clenching.
“The report clearly states that the new medication is nothing more than a sedative,” Alyssa continued in a low voice. “Not only is it entirely ineffective for Alzheimer’s, but it also has dangerous side effects. An overdose could even be fatal.
“Since the medication entered the market, many people who took it have suffered seizures and even died. Compared to other sedatives, it’s more complex. It even contains banned components and is highly addictive. This is essentially a new type of drug, not a medication!”
The word “drug” struck Nicholas like a blow. As a policeman, drugs were his sworn enemy. He never imagined being associated with them This revelation she his swn!
morals and everything he believed in
“Impossible! You’re lying!” Nicholas roared. “This report is fake! You’re trying to trick me to talk! It’s a bluff!”
In the observation room, Cyrus frowned. “He’s falling for it. He’s close to revealing the murders are connected to the medication research.”
Jeremy nodded grimly. “Nicholas is a pawn, clearing obstacles for the mastermind so the ‘experiment’ can proceed smoothly.”
“It’s a shame a decorated police commissioner like him would join forces with the enemy,” Cyrus said.
Jeremy fixed his gaze on Alyssa. “That wasn’t his intention. He was just desperate to save his wife.”
Cyrus sighed in frustration. “While that’s pitiful, it remains utterly disgusting and infuriating!”
“I have no reason to deceive you. You’re already deeply implicated with this mastermind. Surely, you’ve had your doubts. All those who the medication suffered immensely. Haven’t you ever questioned it?” Alyssa pressed, seizing the moment.
Her words struck a chord with Nicholas. He leaned back abruptly, his eyes reddening.
Deep down, he had always doubted. Yet, he had never found the courage to question Jameson. Besides, his ignorance offered a fragile hope that Natalie could be cured.
After Jameson took his medication, he continued approving documents in the chairman’s office at Schmidt Group.
Despite his eccentricities, he exhibited a strong work ethic and dedication. Among Solana City’s workaholics, he ranked second only to Jeremy.
His phone on the table buzzed, pulling his attention. A glance at the screen drained the color from Jameson’s face.
“Hello, Ms. Gillis,” he answered, his voice barely a whisper.
“Mr. Schmidt,” Sheryl’s voice dripped with sarcasm, “your trusted underling is now in police custody, a considerable thorn in your side. Mr. Justin is understandably concerned about your situation.” Jameson’s grip on his pen tightened until his knuckles turned white. “Please assure him I’ll handle everything appropriately.”
“Such confidence,” Sheryl chuckled, a hint of coldness in her amusement. “But Mr. Justin’s patience is wearing thin.”
“Mosgravia’s climate simply doesn’t compare to Solana City, or even
Cyrris,” she said. “It hinders Mr. Justin’s recovery. He’s grown increasingly homesick these past two years. He yearns to return to Sofana City soon.”
Her voice lowered. “However, your current situation makes his safe return difficult. Mr. Schmidt, you’ve deeply disappointed us.”
Jameson felt like he was being burned at the stake. Every inch of his body was on fire, throbbing in pain.
“My apologies,” he rasped. “That said, please tell Mr. Justin not to worry. I will make sure to settle all the troubles here in Solana City!”
“That’s easy for you to say!” Sheryl jeered. “Since you took over as Schmidt Group’s chairman, you haven’t achieved a single success. Instead, Jeremy and Alyssa have consistently outmaneuvered you.” Jameson closed his reddened eyes. Hatred and dissatisfaction gnawed at him. He gritted his teeth.
“Don’t say that I didn’t warn you, Mr. Schmidt. Nicholas Novak is a threat. You’d better get rid of him. This is the last chance Mr. Justin is giving you. I’m sure you know what outcome awaits you if you fail again, she added with a chilling voice.
She abruptly terminated the call before Jameson could utter a word.
He stared at the dark screen, a sense of frigid entrapment washing over him.
A knock at the door startled him back to his senses. He called out, “Enter.”
Carl strutted in, beaming in a brand-new suit. “Mr. Schmidt, I proposed to Amber. She said yes!”
Carl’s joy was evident.
Jameson, however, looked pale and unreadable. “Oh, congratulations then.”
Carl presented his wedding invitation respectfully. “I have chosen the date, time and location. I truly hope you can attend our wedding.”
