Marvin was deeply convinced that he could find evidence to prove Douglas's guilt.After all, proving Douglas's guilt was the only way to justify his own actions, otherwise how could he the renowned Young Master of the Drake family in Sierra become a laughing stock?!Marvin clenched his fists tightly as his mind raced to find a way out of this mess.“Chief Nelson,” Marvin began, trying to regain his composure, “you speak of defending the late heroes, but you fail to see the bigger picture. What if this is all a cleverly orchestrated plot by Douglas to deflect suspicion? Are we to blindly trust everything we see and hear without thorough investigation?”Nelson's eyes blazed with righteous indignation. “Do not twist this, Marvin Drake! We’re not talking about Douglas right now. We’re talking about the dignity of the families of those who sacrificed their lives for PortVarter. They’ve endured enough pain already. Your actions are a slap in the face to their memory and everything they f

As Marvin and his team began their search, the reality hit them immediately. Though these houses were said to be worth over a million, their interiors were modest—barely enough for daily living. Worn furniture, faded curtains, and sparse decorations painted a picture other than wealth or luxury.This stood in sharp contrast to the opulence of Stewart's mansion or Marvin Drake's own estate in Sierra, with its marble floors and gold-plated chandeliers. Feeling uneasy, Stewart could sense that things were not going well.However, Marvin was determined. He moved briskly from room to room, inspecting every nook and cranny. As time ticked by, beads of cold sweat began to form on his forehead. Each drawer opened and closed without yielding evidence, and each corner checked was found clean!He turned to his team, barking orders to widen the search and be more thorough.After what felt like an eternity, Marvin left the first house empty-handed. He moved to the next, and then the next. Bu

“He’s innocent, always treated us with kindness, and has been nothing but an exemplary leader. Why would you want to destroy someone who has done so much good?” The woman continued.Marvin’s frustration flared. He felt these people were too naive to reason with. To him, they were blinded by their dependence on Douglas and incapable of understanding the complexities of power. He took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure, but his irritation seeped into his tone.“That criminal you call a hero is guilty!” he declared firmly. “The evidence is clear. Even if he hasn’t kept mistresses, he’s involved in bribery, embezzlement, and misappropriation of public funds. How else do you think he managed to build these houses and support all of you? It’s obvious he used public money, and for that, he must be punished!”The moment Marvin finished speaking, the women and children burst into tears once more. Their cries filled the air, echoing their despair and belief that Douglas was

Phileo’s hand trembled as the bottle he was holding slipped from his grasp, shattering on the floor. The sharp scent of liquor filled the room as the liquid spread across the polished surface.His crimson eyes darted to Nath, who stood wide-eyed, clutching a stack of newspapers.“Douglas Garnett... in prison?” Phileo’s voice wavered with disbelief thick in his tone. “This must be some kind of April Fool’s joke, right?”“No joke, boss,” Nath insisted, shaking his head. “It’s all over the city. Everyone’s talking about it.”Phileo’s brows furrowed as he paced the room with his footsteps squelching against the spilled liquor. “This doesn’t add up. How could Douglas Garnett be arrested and imprisoned?He’s too smart, too strategic. What if this is a trap?”Nath frowned.“A trap?”“Yes, a trap!” Phileo barked, his voice rising.“What if that stroke of misfortune leaked this news on purpose to see who would crawl out of the shadows? He’s done it before, luring people like me into thin

Marvin’s mind raced as he pored over the documents detailing Douglas’s extraordinary financial transfers to the widows and orphans. Something didn’t add up!How could one man, no matter how resourceful, consistently fund over $3.596 billion annually without tapping into questionable sources? Then it struck him like a bolt of lightning: Douglas must have hidden money somewhere—money obtained through illegitimate means.Determined to uncover the truth, Marvin decided to launch an immediate investigation into Douglas’s financial dealings. If he could expose Douglas as corrupt, it would justify the arrest and solidify Stewart’s authority while bolstering his own reputation!Marvin knew he had to act quickly. The news of Douglas’s imprisonment was already spreading, and it was only a matter of time before someone influential stepped forward to defend him.Marvin leaned back in his chair with a determined glint in his eyes. “I’ll find the evidence,” he muttered. “That bastard won’t be