Everyone was shocked when they watched the guards swarm
in. They looked at each other in confusion for some time. "Officer, what
is the matter?" Florence braced herself and asked. She had never
witnessed such an occasion as a civilian. Even if she did not do anything
illegal, she still felt guilty. "I'm asking, who is Dahlia Nicholson?"
the officer spoke in a somber tone with a hostile look in his eyes. "I
am…" Dahlia slowly stood up and put on a brave face as she asked, "What
can I do for you, officer?" "According to our investigations, you are
collaborating with the enemy. You are accused of being a spy planted by
the west. Come with us immediately to assist in the investigation!" the
officer announced. "Collaborating with the enemy? A traitor?" Everyone
was shocked at his accusation. That didn't seem plausible. Dahlia was
born and raised in Swinton, she wasn't mixed in any way. Even her
ancestors were all ordinary farmers. How could she end up being a
traitor? "Officer, is there a mistake? My daughter is a model citizen.
She pays her taxes every year and even donates to charity. How is it
possible that she's a traitor?" Florence asked in shock. "That's right!
My sister is innocent. You shouldn't spew nonsense!" James slammed the
table and stood up unhappily. "We will find out whether this is a mistake
after the investigation!" the guard answered coldly. "Is there even a
need? We can testify!" "That's right! Dahlia is definitely not a
traitor!" everyone spoke out in support. They were very clear about
Dahlia's conduct. It would be more plausible that she manipulated the
market, but being a traitor to the country was not possible! "I'm just
following orders. Anyone who stops me will be deemed an accomplice!" The
officer started to get impatient. "You wouldn't dare!" James glared at
him. "Do you know who we are? You wouldn't live to see daylight if you
dared touch a single hair on my sister!" "Huh! There is solid evidence of
Dahlia Nicholson's collusion with the enemy country. Anyone who obstructs
the arrest must be an accomplice. If that's the case, take them all away!
Anyone who resists will be shot!" At the officer's order, all the
soldiers raised their guns one after another. The cold gun barrel aimed
at the people in the room felt very menacing. In an instant, everyone
froze. "You-you…" James wanted to say something but Dahlia quickly
stopped him. "Everyone, keep calm. I believe
there must be some misunderstanding. I'm sure they will let me go after
the investigation." The officer snorted coldly at these words. They were
the ones who decided whether this was a misunderstanding or not! "Take
them away!" the officer ordered, and everyone was taken to the car. The
car stopped at the gates of the Spanner Villa 20 minutes later. "Officer,
this doesn't look like a place for investigations," Florence asked with
uncertainty. "Stop talking nonsense! Go in!" The officer couldn't bother
to say more and forced everyone inside the villa. Everyone realized
something was off once they walked into the courtyard. Two white flags
were hung on each side of the door, and in the middle of the living room
was a coffin. Trevor's portrait greeted them. "Sir Spanner?" Everyone
widened their eyes in confusion. As for Dahlia, she started to feel
uneasy. She realized she must have walked into a trap. "Is everyone
here?" Just when everyone was left wondering, a burly Travis walked out
imposingly. His sharp eyes and menacing stance felt so overbearing some
couldn't breathe. "Sir, everyone related is here," the officer replied.
"Okay." Travis nodded, his gaze swept through the crowd, and he
continued, "My name is Travis Spanner. I'm from the western war zone with
the position of a general. I believe some of you may have heard of me." 2
"Travis Spanner? General?" Everyone's face fell at these words. Chris was
especially fearful. Others might not know it, but he knew very well how
scary the western warzone was. Only one who was experienced in battle and
had strong military control could obtain this position. Even the Mighty
Three had to show their respect in the face of this man. In this world,
money and status were far inferior to power! Rich people did not
necessarily have power, but people with power must have money! This man
before him was the prime example of someone with money and power. The
point was his power came from the military. He could convict anyone of
any crime in just a word! For example, treason! "I don't want to waste
time, so I'll just ask one question. You'll survive if you answer
honestly. Otherwise, you'll be convicted for the crime of treason!"
Travis threatened without beating around the bush. "General, we will
fully cooperate with the investigation!" Florence nodded, her legs
trembling with fear. She had no choice. This man's demeanor was too
domineering! "Alright. Let me ask you, did my brother's death have
anything to do with you?" Travis asked. The crowd got anxious as soon as
he said those words. "No! It has nothing to
do with us! We don't know anything!" "Yes! We're all innocent!" "General!
You must be mistaken! We have nothing to do with Sir Spanner's death!"
Everyone shook their heads in fright. They would definitely lose their
lives if they admitted to such a thing. "Is that so?" Travis snickered
coldly. He waved his hand without another word and ordered, "Edward, take
a look at these people." "I'm coming!" Edward slowly limped out of the
room. As his gaze fixed on Dahlia, he immediately took on a lustful
expression. However, his lust quickly turned to resentment. Now that he
had become crippled, he wouldn't feel anything even before this exquisite
woman. 'Since he couldn't get her, he would rather destroy her! At this
thought, Edward's face contorted into a nasty look. "Uncle! It's her,
Dahlia! My dad's death must have something to do with her!" Edward
pointed at Dahlia, then turned around and pointed at Chris, shouting,
"And him! He also has a grudge against me! He might be suspicious too!"