?<strong>Chapter 304:</strong>


    The familiar male voice caused Kallie to momentarily wonder if she was hallucinating due to the stress. This caused the onlookers to murmur among themselves.


    Jake, apanied by Edgar, strode over with aposed demeanor, approaching Ewing without any hint of subservience or undue pride. “Mr. Nixon, I hear there’s a wee banquet at your ce. You wouldn’t mind an uninvited presence, would you?”


    “Guests are always a delight. Of course, I don’t mind!” Ewing responded with a weing smile.


    Klein, overhearing the exchange, interjected sharply from the sidelines, “Ewing, have you lost your senses? Jake has no invitation. Why are you letting him through? Hey, you guys! Don’t just stand there! Hurry up and kick him out!”


    “No invitation?” Ewing’s brow furrowed as he gestured subtly to an aide.


    Immediately, the aide produced an invitation, presenting it to Jake.


    “Here you go. We weren’t sure of your address, Mr. Reeves, hence the dy,” Ewing remarked.


    Jake gave Klein a fleeting look, noting his evident scorn.


    “It appears Mr. Klein Nixon takes exception to my presence.”


    Klein’s response was a contemptuous sneer. “I wouldn’t dare. It’s just that your notoriety is well-known throughout Burmoos.”


    Jake simply advanced, his presencemanding the room.


    Klein recoiled slightly, a flicker of unease crossing his face.


    “Are you hinting at the charges that I murdered my own mother? Got any proof, or are you just stirring the pot?” Jake challenged sharply.


    Klein, visibly thrown by Jake’s forthrightness, retorted with veiled sarcasm, “Mr. Reeves, are you suggesting your own kin have wronged you with false ims, and that your expulsion from the Reeves family was unwarranted?”


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    Jake turned toward the officers present. “The authorities are right here. Allegations need backing. Check with them for any real evidence of my supposed crime.”


    The officer shook his head, addressing the room. “We’ve found no concrete evidence implicating Mr. Reeves in any crime. He remains merely a suspect. Without solid proof, usations must be withheld.”


    Klein clenched his jaw but nodded in begrudging acknowledgment.


    Turning to Jake, the officer pointed at Kallie and inquired, “Can you confirm your whereabouts with her at the back door?”


    “Yes, I had to pass something to her. I requested Mr. Ewing Nixon to ry the message, and she met me there for the item,” Jake exined confidently.


    Before anyone could react, Ewing affirmed, “That is urate.”


    Jake continued, “Regarding the identical dress, Kallie’s attire today is well recognized. It would be simple for someone to mimic her appearance andmit a misdeed. And if Kallie truly intended to inflict harm on Bria, why would she approach in such a noticeable dress rather than changing first?”


    Klein, scrambling for a counter, suggested weakly, “Perhaps it was a spur-of-the-moment malice.”


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