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“Hurry up; I don’t have time to waste with you. If you can’t produce any evidence, then I’ll have to think of other ways,” he said impatiently.

Hearing Theo Carter’s tone becoming impatient, Angela Stuart swiftly concocted a story, saying:

“There is evidence, there is evidence! After coming back from the Patrol Bureau that night, Cindy Harrison gave me that $500,000. I haven’t spent a penny of it; it’s all in the bank.

Moreover, Cindy Harrison was there when I deposited the money. There must be surveillance in the bank.”

“Hmm, not bad.”

Theo Carter stood up, turned off the camera, and then said, “Stay here for the next few days; don’t run off.

In a couple of days, when I need you, I’ll come for you. After this matter is over, Mr. Greg will give you a million.

Then, you can go wherever you want.

Also, Cindy Harrison and the others are looking for you everywhere. Let them find you, and you know what will happen—you’re aware that they are not as easy to talk to as I am.”

Angela Stuart said with a trembling voice, “Yes, I will definitely stay here and won’t run off.”

“Hmm.”

Theo Carter nodded and began to walk towards the exit.

Angela Stuart suddenly lifted her head and asked, “Mr. Greg… does he… blame me?”

Theo Carter paused his steps, was silent for a moment, and without turning around, said, “Mr. Greg hasn’t said, but someone of your status, he probably doesn’t care much about.”

Angela Stuart froze, tears welling up in her eyes, and she said with self-mockery, “Yeah, why would someone care about me?”

…

For the next two days, Greg Jensen stayed in the Patrol Bureau’s temporary detention room, with no worries about food or drinks, plenty of cigarettes and alcohol, and even access to a cell phone.

Actually, he didn’t have to be there, but it helped to lull Cindy Harrison into complacency and made it easier to catch Angela Stuart and find evidence of Cindy Harrison’s guilt.

With people looking after his various businesses, Greg Jensen was not worried at all, treating it as a quiet break.

Until the evening of the third day, when that middle-aged inspector walked in. He didn’t speak, just stared at Greg Jensen with an expressionless face.

Greg Jensen knew the time had come, stood up, straightened his clothes, and smiled at the middle-aged inspector.

“You have quite the skill!”

The middle-aged inspector’s face showed a trace of anger, likely because he had seen the surveillance video and knew Greg Jensen had evidence.

But how could Greg Jensen ever admit such a thing?

He feigned surprise and said, “Officer, what do you mean by this?”

The middle-aged inspector remained silent, looked at Greg Jensen for a long time, and said flatly, “Nothing, you can go.”

Greg Jensen expressed his shock, “Really? Am I clear of charges?”

Still pretending!

Watching Greg Jensen’s expression of shock, the middle-aged inspector felt a wave of irritation and, with a wave of his hand, said impatiently:

“You’re clear, now get going. Stay out of trouble in the future, don’t come back here again.”

Greg Jensen chuckled and walked out. After processing the paperwork in the office outside, he left the Patrol Bureau.

Outside the Patrol Bureau, Adrian Wright, Spencer Burley, Trey Holmes, and others were all there; even a BMW was parked in the distance.

From the half-open window of the back seat, a small head appeared—none other than Louisa Burley.

“Mr. Greg, did they treat you all right in there?” asked Brandon Brent.

Greg Jensen patted Brandon’s shoulder and said with a smile, “Yeah, well done.”

Theo Carter’s mind was sounding alarm bells, like a child who had been robbed of affection. He stepped forward and announced, “Mr. Greg, the confession video of Angela Stuart is ready, just waiting to be handed over to the Patrol Bureau tomorrow.

The arrangements for the wedding have also been made; you just need to show up tomorrow to watch the drama unfold.”

“Hmm, good job, you’ve worked hard,” Greg Jensen responded casually.

Hearing the praise, Theo Carter turned broad smiles, also shooting a deliberate look at Brandon Brent.

Brandon Brent frowned but said nothing.

Greg Jensen glanced at the BMW and said, “Magnus, let your sister and the others go back first, and tell her that I’m fine, and there’s no need for her to worry.”

“Uh, okay.”

Spencer Burley quickly turned and walked toward the BMW, but as he did so, he felt somewhat bitter.

Why did Greg seem like lovers with his elder sister? One sneaking a visit without even uttering a sentence, the other already knowing her heart’s intent.

I can regard you as a brother, but your aspiration to be my brother-in-law…

Spencer Burley turned his head back, thought of Greg’s terrifying combat skills, and shivered involuntarily, quickening his pace towards the BMW.

“Alright, stop standing around here, we’ll talk about anything else once we’re at the Wright Clubhouse,” Greg said.

Adrian Wright laughed, “Right, even though we didn’t really go in, it’s still best to take a bath after coming out of such a shabby place and wash off the bad luck.”

“Alright, you make the arrangements then.”

Greg laughed, and after taking a bath with everyone back at the Wright Clubhouse, he inquired once more about the details for tomorrow.

Only after being informed that everything was arranged did he sit in the car and return to the Imperial Scenery Community.

…

The moon was above the willows, and Greg stood in front of a vast floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the river scene under the night sky, his face as still as water.

The reflection on the glass window gradually turned into images of Greg being beaten up by Ethan Locke and his gang.

The images were so vivid, as if it had just happened, and even the spots where he had been hit throbbed faintly with pain.

“Aiden, you think you’re worthy to compete with me for a woman?”

“Cindy’s body is really soft, haha.”

“Hit him hard, so he won’t come harassing me again!”

The voices of Ethan Locke and Cindy Harrison alternated in his ears.

Shame and pain surged into his heart one after another.

Greg’s brows were tightly knotted, veins on his forehead bulging and twitching slightly, revealing a fierce and terrifying look.

Indescribable pain and humiliation spread throughout his being.

He trembled all over, his fists clenched so tightly nails were nearly embedded in his flesh, yet he felt no pain at all.

He was full of hatred!

Hateful that he hadn’t had the power to resist back then, to directly kill that disgraceful pair!

His promising future had been ruined by that despicable couple.

If Greg hadn’t obtained the “Yin Yang Harmony Scripture,” he would still be a fool at the mercy of others.

Greg’s breathing became heavier, his eyes bloodshot and nearly flaming with rage.

His teeth, white as pearls, gritted so hard they made a grinding noise. He wished he could tear that pair apart with his bare hands to relieve the hatred in his heart.

After who knows how long, Greg gradually relaxed, exhaling a long breath of turbid air, muttering to himself, “It’s good, revenge is imminent.”

Thinking that tomorrow was Cindy Harrison’s wedding day, a strange smile appeared on his face.

…

As the largest family in Jamae City, the marriage of the young master of the Locke family immediately caused a sensation throughout the city.

Early in the morning, idle locals stood around the Riversky Inn to watch the festivities, waiting for the arrival of the wedding procession.

According to tradition, the bride and groom should not meet before the wedding.

This tradition has persisted until now, even if the two have already cohabited beforehand; they must stay apart the day before the wedding.

Usually, both return to their respective homes, and then the groom goes to the bride’s home to pick her up.

Cindy’s family wasn’t in Jamae, so she stayed the previous night at an empty villa owned by the Locke family. Judy Lampe, along with her two best friends, were with her.

In addition to them, there were staff from the wedding company and a few mood setters.