He smiled coolly, certain he had seen the evidence he needed. There was no beating around the bush. “Mr. Baron, it seems these men are no strangers to you,” the officer said with a sinister smirk. Andrew’s gaze didn’t waver. His face was calm. His voice, even calmer. “I recognize them,” he said plainly. The officer nodded like he expected that answer. "Mr. Baron, these men came to report last night that their sister was missing. A man beat them up and abducted their sister, and that man happens to be you. True or false?" Andrew lifted his head ,his eyes locking on the two men across from him. His jaw tightened. Sister? That caught him off guard. He didn’t see that coming. He knew the sister story was a joke — a fabricated lie to gain sympathy. If this officer was fair, clearing his name up wouldn’t be hard. But Andrew knew —he wasn’t stupid. The way the officers' cold gaze pierced through him, full of quiet judgment and condemnation . It was clear. He had taken sides

Show me then.” he said indifferently ,leaning back in his chair, face calm, eyes steady. “This is the evidence of what happened last night,” The officer said and dug out a USB from his breast pocket. "This is the evidence of what happened last night," he said, plugging it into the laptop. The screen flickered, then lit up. The video was dark. No sound. Just shadows moving against a barely visible background. Two large men confronted a man of average build. Then chaos. Fists swung. Feet kicked. Palms slapped. But it wasn’t the burly men delivering the beatings. No—it was the other man, half their size. His blows landed fast, sharp. The larger men stumbled, crumpled to the floor. He didn’t break a sweat. When the fight ended, the smaller man stood unscathed. Calm. He reached for a young blonde girl’s and they got into the car Seconds later, they sped off in his car. “That’s it!” One of the men barked, his face stretched with a victorious grin. “There is no way he’ll be

The officer’s smirk deepened. "Since you refuse to comply, Baron, guess what?" He leaned in, voice a cruel whisper. "This case has reached my superior—Inspector Amos." Andrew remained calm . The threats bouncing off his ears . Out of everything that had transpired in the interrogation room— the betrayal got him the most . The fact that he willingly fell into a trap because he was trying to help . The officer continued "Inspector Amos will force the truth out of you," he said, grinning. "Torture’s his specialty. And when he’s done..." He paused, savoring the moment. "You’ll be sent to Hell Abode Prison." Hell Abode! The name rang in Andrew's head . Of course he knew Hell abode , that was the place he planned on sending Mr Roman after he must have dealt with him . The name alone made the air colder. The Hell abode. A prison located in the middle of of a scorching desert. A Deserted place with no hope of escape . Anyone sent there never came back. They didn’t survive the b

The officer took the envelope and started flipping through the papers. Benita held her breath . She knew he wouldn’t let Andrew go immediately, but surely he would at least open an investigation. But to her shock, the officer simply looked at the papers, then back at her. “This isn’t enough,” he said, his voice flat, without any trace of concern. “This doesn’t prove anything.” Benita’s heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t believe it. The officer wasn’t even trying to do his job. He wasn’t even considering what she’d handed him. The evidence, all of it, was right there in front of him. She felt a flash of anger. “You’re not even going to look into it?” she demanded, voice trembling with frustration. “This is evidence, real proof, and you just—just dismiss it like it means nothing?” Andrew remained still. Of course , he had expected it . But what he couldn't fathom right was ,the person behind the frame up . Andrew’s mind raced. There was only one person who could have done this

At the A and U group headquarters . A fine young man in a navy blue suit was seen pacing around restlessly . Justin Mayers , CEO of A and U Group had received a call from his boss earlier that day and he was burning in rage after what his boss had told him . “Who dared mess with Mr Baron! I will make sure the bastard doesn't live to tell the story ! ” He sneered , dialing a number The phone rang twice before it connected Justin clenched his jaw. “I want to speak with chief commissioner Kobe” “Mr. Kobe doesn’t receive calls. If it’s important, drop the message.” a bored voice said on the other line "Tell him that Andrew Baron asked me to pass a message to him ! “Justin said firmly “I'm sure you heard what I said. If there is anything important… There was a pause. Then the sharp sound echoed——someone had been slapped. “Don't you have common sense !” A voice bellowed "You heard who was on the line and you didn't pass the phone to me" The voice barked again At the