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    Elena remained resolute. “They initiated the attack. We were merely defending ourselves. It’s they who should be detained.”


    “So, are you refusing to cooperate?” The police conspicuously aligned themselves with Keith, tantly dismissing any contrary evidence.


    Corruption had seeped into the very fabric of the world, thriving in the shadows of power.


    In the, the vibrant heart of Houis, the corridors of power were crowded with the political and military elite. Among them, Keith’s audacious abuse of power was particrly notorious.


    Brushing aside his difort, Keith edged closer to Elena and Lydia, his tone venomous. “You seemed so defiant before. Why the sudden quiet? Once you’re thrown into a cell, you’ll rot there, and I’ll personally ensure you’re forgotten.”


    “And who, Mr. Martin, are you trying to punish so harshly?” Jeffry descended from the second floor, blocking Keith’s view.


    Keith, agitated, snapped back, “Isn’t it obvious? Move out of my way!”


    Under the murky light of the bar, Keith, his face smeared with blood, failed to recognize Jeffry.


    The officer in charge, however, recognized Jeffry instantly. “Ah, Mr. Harper, fancy meeting you here. We’re currently dealing with a situation.”


    Jeffry’s eyes narrowed into a sharp re. “Dealing with a situation? What alleged crime has my sister supposedlymitted to justify her arrest?”


    The officer in charge, momentarily stunned, managed to ask, “Your sister?”


    The officer faltered. Any members of the illustrious Harper family were not to be messed with. Keith had conveniently omitted that Elena was linked to the Harper family.


    Noticing his mistake, the officer exchanged anxious nces with his fellows and hastily moderated his tone. “Mr. Martin, she’s Mr. Harper’s sister.”


    “Irrelevant! Even if she hailed from the distinguished Spencer lineage, I’d ensure she faced the consequences!” Keith snarled.


    “Really now?” A chill swept through Jeffry’s words. “Isn’t it coincidental that your father is on the verge of a career-defining promotion? Perhaps I should question him whether the police have now forsaken the very principles ofw they vow to uphold.”


    Keith, who dreaded his father’s wrath above all, was petrified. His father, on the threshold of a promotion, had explicitly warned him against any actions that might endanger his ascent. But how on earth did Jeffry get wind of this?


    Keith’s reluctance to withdraw was palpable, and the perspiration on the officers’ brows betrayed their fear. They knew all too well that while Keith might dodge repercussions, they would not be so fortunate. Likely made out as scapegoats, any allegations of their misconduct would undoubtedly jeopardize their positions.


    Before Keith could utter a word, the officer in charge swiftly stashed the handcuffs away. “Mr. Harper, both Miss Harper and her friend were merely defending themselves. These individuals were clearly the aggressors. We’ll be taking them into custody.”


    Keith exploded with fury. “You think you cany a hand on my men? Do you really think I won’t have my father kick you out of your job?”


    In a hushed tone, the officer in charge cautioned, “Mr. Martin, be mindful that Mr. Harper is well-connected with Mr. Spencer. It’s wise not to stir trouble at this moment. We’ll handle your men with standard procedures at the station before swiftly releasing them. Perhaps consider a more subtle approach with the Harper family? A strategic dinner with some influential figures might just do the trick.”


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