Chapter 1500:


    The moment his boots hit the ground outside and he prepared to melt into the shadows of the alley, a sharp voice rang out.


    “Freeze! Wront Police Station!”


    A young patrol officer rounded the corner and caught sight of him. He broke into a run, his hand mming down on his radio as he spoke rapidly. “Commander, respond — suspicious individual spotted fleeing over the rear wall of the Nelson vi, carrying a long ck case. Requesting backup. Requesting backup.”


    The call echoed through nearby channels, drawing officers from surrounding positions as they converged on the rear alley. Jarrod’s scalp prickled as shouts and pounding footsteps erupted behind him.


    He did not dare look back. Grinding his teeth, he surged forward into a full sprint and disappeared into the tangledbyrinth of narrow alleys.


    Inside the Nelson family vi, two detectives from the criminal investigation division had arrived in the master bedroom.


    After a preliminary examination of the scene and a brief round of questioning, they turned their attention to Rosanna — sobbing uncontrobly — and to the signed suicide note left by Axell. The two officers exchanged a significant nce, their expressions turning grim.


    Axell’s death was fraught with inconsistencies. Despite the presence of a note, the evidence clearly pointed to poison. This was a homicide. As the primary beneficiary, Rosanna — for all her apparent grief — could not be fully ruled out as a suspect.


    “Mrs. Nelson, we understand this is an extremely difficult time,” one officer said, stepping forward with a formal tone. “For your own safety and to assist with our inquiries, we must ask you to apany us to the station. We cannot dismiss the possibility that the perpetrator may still pose a threat to you.”


    Rosanna dabbed at her tears and nodded inpliance. “Alright… If it helps find the person who did this to Axell, I’ll cooperate fully.”


    Just then, a crackling report came through on the officer’s radio from the units posted outside. “We spotted a suspicious male scaling the perimeter wall and fleeing the property. He is carrying a long case — possible weapon inside. In pursuit.”


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    The officer’s demeanor changed instantly. Scaling the wall? Carrying a weapon? Had their initial assessment been wrong? Could Rosanna be innocent after all — and the real suspect have used an unknown method to administer the poison?


    That theory seemed to hold more weight.


    “Lock down the immediate area! I want him contained!” the officer barked into his radio.


    Beside him, Rosanna kept her head bowed, a handkerchief pressed to her face. Behind the fabric, a faint, triumphant smile touched her lips. She had no idea which fool had chosen that exact moment to make a run for it, but fortune was squarely on her side. Not only had a suspect conveniently materialized to take the me — he had also sessfully diverted the police’s focus.


    Soon, news of Axell Nelson’s death exploded across Wront. The Wront Daily rushed out a special edition.


    Shocking Twist for Blue-Blooded Family: Axell Nelson Tragically Killed.


    Mysterious Assassin Escapes Over Wall — Police Launch Citywide Manhunt.


    Grieving Mrs. Nelson Offers Reward for Capture of Murderer.


    For a time, the city was consumed by nothing else.


    Meanwhile, on the highway leading to Wront’s private airport, a ck Maybach cut through the traffic.


    In the back seat, Kolton clutched his briefcase to his chest like a lifeline. Jimmie sat in the front passenger seat, ncing back periodically, his expression filled with apparent concern.


    “Kolton, you should drink some water,” he said softly, handing back a bottle of mineral water with its cap already loosened.


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