<h4>Chapter 384: Her Biological Father Steps In</h4>


    "Do you know that the Miller family is nobility in Country W? Do you think such nobility can be ndered by someone like you? Miss Davis, do you even understand thew? Oh, I suppose not—after all, you’ve only recently arrived in Country W. It’s no surprise you act like an idiot," the officer sneered, his tone dripping with contempt.


    E remainedposed, her gaze steady. "I want awyer. Please contact my attorney."


    The officer, his face cold, handed E her phone. She dialed Eric’s number, said a few sinct sentences, and ended the call.


    "Officer, I’ve already told you what I know. I did meet Miss Hannah, and we spoke briefly in the private room. She left in a hurry afterward, and that bag of heroin must have been left by her or nted by someone to frame me," E stated calmly, her poise unnerving the officer.


    Before he could respond, the officer’s phone rang. After a brief conversation, his demeanor softened slightly as he returned.


    "My superior has instructed me to go easy on you for now since yourwyer is on the way to post bail. However, I’ve also informed Miss Hannah and the Miller family. Don’t think you can easily use them without consequences. You might want to rethink your statement before you anger themissioner," he warned.


    E blinked, unfazed. She hadn’t done anything wrong—why should she change her story?


    Before long, Rylee and the Miller family’swyer arrived.


    Rylee, of course, denied any involvement with the drugs, and thewyer skillfully sidestepped direct answers, defending her impably.


    When Eric and his legal team arrived, the station’s head officer also appeared. His expression darkened when he heard that E was using Rylee.


    "Mr. Nelson," the officer began, "I recognize your contributions to Country W, but this case has escted into a legal matter. I cannot authorize the release of this youngdy. The Miller family’s reputation is at stake, and we need to investigate fully before anyone is let go."


    In Country W, nobilitymanded immense respect. Their economic contributions were many times greater than those of ordinary businesspeople.


    Given the case’s connection to the Miller family, even the most impartial officers couldn’t easily release E. Moreover, they’d recently received a call from Mrs. Miller herself—there was no way they could let her go.


    Eric’s smile was cool and calcted. He knew that in Country W, his resources and influence paledpared to the Miller family’s. Their power was undeniably greater.


    "Very well," Eric said, rising from his seat. "I hope you won’t regret this."


    He stepped outside to make a phone call, leaning casually against the railing as he dialed Bowen, the head of the Miller family, who wielded extensive authority over their management and financial empire.


    However, Bowen’s secretary answered instead, apologizing. "Mr. Nelson, Mr. Bowen is extremely busy and cannot take your call at the moment."


    Eric’s voice turned cold. "Please inform Mr. Bowen that this is an urgent matter concerning the Miller family’s reputation. If he chooses not to take my call, I hope he won’t regret it."


    The secretary ryed the message, only to return secondster with the same response. "Mr. Nelson, I’m terribly sorry, but Mr. Bowen is truly upied. Please try calling tomorrow."


    Shadows darkened Eric’s eyes, his frustration evident.


    "Very well," he muttered, his tone icy. "The Miller family has crossed my line too many times. Do they think I’m afraid to challenge them?"


    The Miller family had been suppressing Eric’spany, the Nelson Group, in Country W for years, fearing its growth. They had consistently undercut his efforts and seized his resources.


    They truly thought of Eric as an easy target—a soft persimmon to be squeezed at will.


    To the sprawling Miller family, Eric was nothing more than a young upstart from Country S. Even if they crushed his resources, so what? A small businessman from a foreign country daring to challenge nobility? Howughable.


    Eric hung up the phone, his expression cold as he walked back into the police station.


    "Mr. Nelson, please leave. We will not allow you to post bail for Miss Davis!" the officer said icily.


    Another officer, less restrained, sneered, "A little nobody from Country S stirring up trouble here and even daring to nder Miss Davis of the Miller family? You’ve got guts, but maybe you’ve grown tired of living."


    Eric let out a cold chuckle. His n was simple—he intended to inform E to wait just ten minutes. Within that time, he would secure her release.


    But before he could speak, a man’s mockingughter came from the doorway.


    "Ha! It seems the police have turned into merepdogs under the Miller family’s power!" the voice called out.


    The two officers turned angrily toward the sound but immediately softened their demeanor upon seeing who it was. "Oh, it’s Mr. Anderson," they said, almost respectfully.


    Lucas Anderson strode in with an air of authority, casting a brief, disdainful nce at Eric. "Miss Davis is my goddaughter. Am I allowed to post bail for her?"


    The room went silent. Everyone froze. Wasn’t E Eric’s wife? How was she also connected to Lucas?


    The Anderson family wasn’t part of the traditional nobility of Country W, but they had been settled there for three generations, over a century. Despite this rtively short history, their rise had earned them a level of respect and fear even among the aristocracy of Country W.


    Lucas’s elder brother held a high-ranking position in Wall City, while Lucas himself was an influential businessman. Their father had once served as the personal secretary to a former president.


    With such awork, even the aristocrats of Country W had to tread carefully around the Anderson family.


    Moreover, Lucas now owned Wall City’srgest casino, generating astronomical profits and paying staggering amounts in taxes each year.


    Faced with the choice between siding with Lucas Anderson or the Miller family, the lead officer made his decision in a matter of seconds. "Of course! Please, Mr. Anderson, this way!" he said, his tonepletely deferential.


    Eric pressed his lips together, frowning as he watched Lucas stride past. This turn of events was entirely unexpected.


    He hadn’t anticipated Lucas intervening—after all, Lucas had seemed indifferent to E for years.


    Eric had even mentioned E to him over two years ago, though he’d deliberately omitted details about her origins. Lucas, however, hadn’t shown much interest at the time.


    Now, after a single encounter at the hotel, Lucas had been reminded of an old me. Could it be that he had uncovered something deeper about E?


    Lucas followed the officers to the interrogation room. There, he found E sitting calmly, her eyes closed as she rested against the back of her chair. He cleared his throat softly.


    E opened her eyes, and upon seeing him, frowned slightly. A strange feeling rose in her chest.


    "Miss Davis, you’re free to go. Mr. Anderson has posted bail for you," one officer said, now overly polite.


    E shot him a frosty nce, reflecting on how cold he’d been earlier. The change in attitude only reminded her how some people bowed and scraped before power.


    "Thank you, Mr. Anderson, for posting my bail. If you don’t mind, let Eric and me treat you to dinner tonight," E said softly.


    Lucas smiled faintly, his gaze filled with a gentle affection. "Are you alright?" he asked.


    "I’m fine," E replied, shaking her head, deliberately avoiding his caring gaze.


    Just then, Eric approached, his voice cutting through the air like a de. He addressed the officer with a cold smirk. "Officer, I just handed over a surveince video to your colleagues. They imed they needed time to verify its authenticity. It’s footage of my wife meeting Miss Hannah. If you’re not blind, it should be clear at a nce who’s framing who!"


    The officer broke into a cold sweat. Evidence? Eric had evidence? Then why hadn’t he presented it earlier?