The night progressed slowly. Florence. James, and the
others waited anxiously outside the police station. Dahlia was the
backbone of the Nicholson family. If something were to happen to her, the
Nicholsons would undoubtedly fall apart. Therefore, to save themselves,
they did everything they could to arrange for her release. which meant
pulling every string possible. A policeman appeared out of nowhere. James
immediately stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Clarke, how's it looking? Can
you let my sister go?" "James, I dug around and discovered that Gardner
is the inspector in charge of this case. A mere policeman like myself
won't be able to do much to help," the man said with a shake of his head.
"What else can we do? Do you have any other ideas?" James lamented with
panic. "Mr. Clarke, we would be eternally grateful for whatever you can
do to help us!" Florence pleaded. "I'll try my best, but I can't promise
anything. Plus, don't forget the sum of money." "Sir, I've just forked
out two million dollars. Take it for now, and I'll get more if it doesn't
suffice. Please help us out. We can talk about further payment later!"
James cried as he pulled out a card and handed it to the policeman.
"Alright then, I'll give it another shot." The policeman slid the card
into his pocket discreetly, turned around, and walked back into the
station. "James, two million isn't a small amount. Are you sure we can
trust your friend?" Florence asked, her voice uncertain. "No matter what,
we still have to give it a go." James muttered through gritted teeth. "By
the way, has anyone seen Mr. Laney?" someone in the crowd quipped. "Matt
said he went to meet a friend who may be able to help get Dahlia out of
this pickle," Florence replied. "So that's where he's gone. With Mr.
Laney's help, we have double the reassurance. I'm sure it'll be alright."
With that, the group let out a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, in a luxurious
villa, Matt was having the time of his life with a gorgeous woman in a
hot tub. His body intertwined with hers as they blissfully made love to
each other. "I doubt you're here simply to visit. You must have a favor
to ask of me, am I right?" the woman smirked. "Nothing ever gets past
you, does it?" he conceded with a slight smile. He began, "I have a
friend who's being held at the police station, and I need your help
bailing her out. I'm sure you know that Swinton is not my home ground."
"A friend? What's the name?" she asked. "Dahlia Nicholson."
"Oh? A woman? Is there something going on between you and
her?" The beauty raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Hehe… she's just a
friend. She helped me out awhile back, so I'm merely returning the
favor." Matt maintained a nonchalant expression. "Is that so?" Dubious,
the woman pressed on. "Matt, don't claim I've never reminded you that you
are mine and mine only. You best believe you'll regret being promiscuous
out there. If a vixen dares to try to seduce you, I will make her life a
living hell!" "What are you even talking about, baby girl? You are the
one I love most in life. How could I possibly have eyes for other women?"
Matt quickly pulled her into a tight embrace. "Since you say you love me
so much, you shall attend my birthday party in two days and meet my
father as "my boyfriend," the lady said with a smile stretching from ear
to ear. "Are you introducing me to your family already?" "Why? Are you
afraid?" "Your father is the one and only Sir Hummer. I bet you won't be
able to name me someone who isn't afraid of the prospect of meeting him!
However, it goes without saying that I would cross the highest mountains
and the deepest seas for you!" "Aw, aren't you the sweetest! Alright
then, it's a deal!" At the same time, at Java Joys. Natasha was seated on
the couch, reading silently, when Ruth barged in. *Sis! Bad news!
Dustin's been arrested!" she blurted as soon as her lips parted.
"Arrested?" Natasha was taken aback. "What happened?" "I just received
news that Dustin was arrested and escorted to the police station for the
theft of valuable items!" Ruth managed between pants. "Theft? Is that
it?" Natasha's confusion grew. "The theft is nothing but a coverup. In
reality, Dustin is being framed. However, things don't look good given
that he's fallen into the hands of that fat man Gardner," Ruth continued.
A string of protests rang from Natasha's mouth immediately. "That fat
bastard! Such audacity–how dare he touch my man? Gather your men at once
and follow me to the police station to get our people back!" Meanwhile,
in Hunter Anderson's mansion. "Dad! Bad news! Something major happened!"
Jeff Anderson rushed into the study with large beads of sweat covering
his forehead, startling Hunter as he practiced his brush strokes. "You idiot! How many times have I told you that you must stay
calm when facing problems instead of overreacting? Why don't you ever
heed my advice?!" "Dad! I'm not overreacting this time. Something big
really did happen!" Jeff wiped the sweat from his face. "Pahl You better
remember: no matter how big a situation, you must stay calm! That is how
a real man should act!" After relaying his teachings, he finally asked,
"Now tell me, what's going on?" "It's about Mr. Rhys. He's been arrested
by Gardner!" Jeff exploded. "What?" Hunter started trembling in fear.
Even the brush in his hand broke in two. "Quick… call someone! We have to
go to the police station," he instructed his son. He roared, "That fat
fuck "Gardner. If he dares touch a hair on Mr. Rhys' head, I'll skin him
alive!" "Dad, shouldn't you remain calm?" Jeff's lips twitched with
irony. "To hell with calm!" The news struck him like a lightning bolt, so
shocking that Hunter broke into a cold sweat. "If Mr. Laney emerges
unscathed, all will be well. But if something were to happen to him,
everyone in Swinton would suffer. Not to mention Garnder, you, and even
myself!" "Huh! Is the situation so grave?" Jeff winced. He still had zero
clue about Dustin's true identity. "What are you doing still lingering
around? We have to get him out of there!" ordered Hunter. After slapping
his son awake, Hunter darted out the door. Deep in his heart, he prayed,
"Gardner, Gardner, you fat motherfucker better not mess around! If you
do, Swinton will be soaked in blood!"