Briar’s words undoubtedly put Ronan in an awkward position, he even felt a faint sense of intimidation.


    The intimidation came from Briar.


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    But to Ronan, that smile sent a chill down his spine.


    Could it be because Ashton was standing beside Briar?


    However, now that Ashton no longer had the protection of the Wade family, could he still wield the same power as before?


    In that case, the impact of Briar’s words would surely be much less significant.


    At that thought, Ronan stifled the flicker of fear that had just surfaced.


    He red at Briar, his face stern. “Briar, I’m only calling you Mrs. Wade out of respect for Ashton. You’re well aware of your current situation without me having to remind you, aren’t you?”


    Ronan meant to tell Briar to push her luck.


    Hearing this, Briar raised her shapely eyebrows. She was not angry, just amused.


    She wondered how on earth a guy who couldn’t read the room ended up getting involved with those masterminds.


    Briar turned her head, pointed at Ronan, and asked Ashton, whose expression was growing cold, “Honey, is he insulting us?”


    “He is.” Ashton stepped forward, shielding Briar with his tall, muscr frame as a sharp chill swept toward Ronan, who red with wide eyes.


    Ronan was intimidated by Ashton’s presence and took a few steps back. “What do you think you’re doing? This is a police station…”


    Several officers were watching from behind him. He couldn’t back down, or else he would lose their respect.


    “Not much. Just teaching you how to be a good person, Chief Ramos.” Under Ronan’s astonished gaze, Ashton reached out and patted him lightly on the shoulder.


    The pat seemed incredibly light, but Ronan felt as if a thousand–pound hammer was crushing his shoulder.


    If he hadn’t braced himself, Ashton’s pat would have knocked him to the ground.


    This was no pat on the shoulder; it was a clear and forceful disy of dominance.


    Just as Ronan was about to speak, Ashton cut him off. “Chief Ramos, let me give you some friendly advice. <ol><li>AF. </li></ol>


    Certain words aren’t meant for posturing. You’d better think carefully before you say them


    Ronan was filled with suspicion and uncertainty. He couldn’t shake the feeling that Ashton’s words held hidden meaning.


    Weren’t there rumors that Ashton was about to lose power?


    Where did he get the audacity to act so arrogantly in a police station?


    Just then, an rmed cry came from the interrogation room. “Edgar? Edgar, what’s wrong?”


    It was followed by the chaotic sound of tables and chairs rattling.


    Ronan no longer had time to ponder Ashton. He quickly looked toward the interrogation room, his face draining of color in shock.


    He saw Edgar foaming at the mouth and convulsing in the interrogation chair, looking just like someone having an epileptic seizure.


    The two young officers interrogating himcked experience and were thrown into a panic by the sudden turn of events.


    Their chief had previously told them that Edgar was just there for show and that someone woulde to bail him out and quietly take him away that night.


    Although they felt the chief’s actions were improper, they had just been assigned to this police station and hadn’t found their footing yet.


    Some things were better left unasked.


    If something happened to Edgar during their interrogation, the two junior officers knew they couldn’t handle the consequences.


    Fortunately, they had recorded the entire routine questioning. If there were an investigation, they could at least exin their side of the story.


    “What’s going on? Get a medical examiner in here, now!” Ronan shouted as he rushed in. Seeing Edgar’s condition, he yelled at the two stunned junior officers beside him.


    One of the junior officers snapped out of it, immediately rushing out of the interrogation room to get help.


    Although the station’s medical examiners typically worked on corpses and weren’t conventional doctors, they could still perform basic first aid.


    Ashton watched Edgar tremble and writhe in the interrogation room before ncing at Briar, his eyes silently asking a question.


    Briar smiled, her gaze evasive. She perfectly acted out the guilty look of “It wasn’t me, I didn’t do it, I did nothing.”


    Her reaction amused Ashton.


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    He knew it. Edgar was alive and kicking when he was brought to the police station. How could something have gone wrong so soon into the interrogation?


    Given their usual practice of killing to silence people, they would not have resorted to such aplicated method if they really wanted Edgar dead.


    This torturous yet non–lethal method was very much in Briar’s style.


    Although she was <b>a </b>swift and decisive instructor at the DDC Vanguard Mercenary Special Operations Base, one shouldn’t forget her other identity as a divine doctor.


    When it came to driving someone half–mad, she could do it effortlessly.


    Len was a living example.


    The medical examiner was hastily dragged over by a young police officer and rushed into the interrogation room to help.


    There was nothing left for the two of them to do there.


    Ashton held Briar’s hand, and they quietly left.


    They walked hand in hand toward the hall outside the interrogation room, where Brandon and Ian were still waiting.


    Standing like sentinels at the hall’s entrance, the two men had such an intimidating presence that everyone who passed by kept looking back at them.


    Seeing Briar and Ashtone out, Ian greeted them with a smile, “Briar, how did it go? Did that corrupt Edgar spill the beans?”


    Corrupt? That was a clever choice of words.


    It instantly drew the attention of those who were secretly watching them.


    Of course, Briar saw the intention behind Ian’s over–the–top performance. She shrugged and said regretfully, “Not yet. He was just about to confess when he suddenly had an epileptic seizure. They’re trying to save him in there right now.”


    Ian looked shocked. “Epilepsy? I’ve never heard that Edgar had that problem. You don’t think he’s faking it out of guilt, do you? First, one is half–dead from a stroke, and now another is feigning illness<b>…</b>”


    His words were dripping with sarcasm, enough to make anyone who heard them let their imagination run wild.


    If any spies nted by the masterminds were here, they would surely report this to their superiors immediately.


    But Briar was waiting for them to make a mistake as they tried to reach out.


    Shortly after they arrived at the police station, Briar had already hacked into its internalwork. She would


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    know immediately if anyone tried to send a message.


    This was the real reason they hade so openly to the police station.


    Sure enough, in less than five minutes, Briar’s phone buzzed with a notification.


    Briar nced at Ashton, who immediately understood and shifted his stance, casually shielding her in a blind spot from the lobby’s surveince cameras.