"Cole, is the Morgan family part of some gang?" Kieran''s voice was low, and it was impossible to tell his emotions.


    Cole knew Kieran wasn''t angry, but he still felt nervous. "Of course not."


    "Why are you talking about sending someone to teach Zara a lesson then?"


    He remained silent. Kieran switched the phone to speaker mode and casually ced it on the side.


    "Take the evidence and report it directly to the police. Make sure to stake out the ce and capture footage when they''re taken away."


    Cole understood the procedure and responded affirmatively.


    Kieran hung up, opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out thest photo. In the photo, a young woman stood in her school uniform under the old peach tree in the Morgan residence.


    The peach blossoms were in full bloom, but they couldn''tpare to the woman''s bright eyes and radiant smile. She was even more delicate and lovely than the flowers. L at 18 had no makeup on, her high ponytail was slowly swaying, yet she was more beautiful than anyone.


    His gaze lingered on her face, and his eyes softened with a hint of a smile. He stared for a long time before slowly sliding the photo back to the bottom of the drawer.


    It was tucked away, just like how she resided in the deepest corners of his heart.


    The next day, Zara was woken up by the sound of knocking. Irritated and angry, she opened the door, ready to yell, but she swallowed her words when she saw who it was.


    "Ms. Hayes, we are from the Northridge Police Station. We have evidence that suggests you were involved in malicious ndering. Pleasee with us for questioning."


    She froze. "Are you sure you have the right person? How could I be ndering anyone?"


    The police reiterated that they had evidence and asked her to cooperate.


    She immediately became displeased. "Don''t touch me! Do you know who I am? I''m a celebrity! You can''t just arrest me!


    "I''m innocent! Let go of me! You can''t just use me without reason! You better noty a hand on me, or I''ll sue you!"


    The police frowned. They hadn''t nned on using force, but after her loud protests and resistance, they had no choice but to handcuff her and take her away.


    The cold, heavy sensation on her wrist made her struggle even harder as she was forcibly escorted out. When she saw the media waiting outside, her face turned pale, and she quickly lowered her head.


    The police forbade filming, but the reporters stood far enough away to get the shots nheless.


    #ZaraArrested—the hashtag quickly trended, with videos showing her first struggling against the police, then bowing her head, seemingly trying to avoid being recognized.


    "What happened? What did Zara do?"


    "Are the police going after mistresses now?"


    The online discussion exploded, and as usual, Dorian and L were dragged into the conversation, sparking further spection.


    When Dorian saw the news, his facial expression turned sour. He red at Oliver. "This is a big incident! Why didn''t you tell me sooner?"


    Overwhelmed with work, Oliver genuinely hadn''t known about it. He felt wrongly used and was at a loss for words. He lowered his head, remaining silent, which only further angered Dorian.


    "What use are you to me?" He grabbed a cup and smashed it at Oliver.


    Oliver''s face turned pale, but he endured the pain and spoke up. "Mr. ke, don''t be mad. I''ll go to the police station and find out what''s happening."


    "You go?" Dorian''s eyes darkened. "Do you think I need even more trouble right now?"


    Zara''s arrest had escted things far more than expected. Dorian clenched his fist. He couldn''t afford to get pulled into this mess.


    Oliver''s eyes shed with emotion, and he lowered his head again. "Mr. Lane from Lane Group is holding a charity g soon. We could try to get an invitation and meet him there."