All Chapters of The Young Student Trillionaire: Chapter 221
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Chapter 221
Gerald opened his mouth, ready to snap back, ready to remind this smug twenty-something that a last name, even that one, wasn’t a magic shield. But Christopher tilted his head, eyes glittering like someone watching a puppet show only he understood.“You do know attempted assassination is a federal offense,” Gerald pushed, gripping his pen so tightly the plastic creaked. “You don’t get special treatment because you share DNA with powerful people. If anything, it makes everything ten times worse.”Christopher chuckled. A low, delighted sound, like Gerald had just told him the punchline of a joke no one sane would laugh at.“That’s adorable,” he murmured as though trying to deliberately annoy officer Gerald.And there was something about the way he was doing it that made Gerald wonder what exactly he was up to.With the case of Harry still left unattended to, dealing with young adults had suddenly become the trending kinds of cases and with this Christopher who was claiming to now be an
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Gerald opened his mouth again, partly out of habit and partly out of desperation. “Ms. Rennard, I know your type but this is a federal interrogation room, not a debating club. So let me make one thing clear. You may be a lawyer, but if you overstep your boundaries in here, I will have—”“You will have a problem,” Ava finished for him, voice steady enough to chill the fluorescent air. “Not with me, Inspector. With the truth you’re trying very hard not to trip over.”Gerald felt heat rise up his neck. “I’m advising you as gently as I can: you’re threading a dangerous path.”“And I’m advising you,” she said, sliding a hand into her briefcase, “to stop talking before you say something you’ll spend the next decade regretting.”She pulled out a small, silver storage drive—sleek, unmarked and sealed in a clear evidence bag.With two fingers, she slid it across the metal table.The tiny plastic pouch stopped right in front of Gerald’s clipboard.“What is this?” Gerald asked, though his voice
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For a brief moment, Gerald's fingers twitched at his side, his mind wrestling between protocol and panic. Every instinct screamed at him to stall, to regain footing but every fiber of law in him knew that Ava was right. If the footage was real, the chain of custody had to be airtight.Ava was smart, and he could tell that she was because only a smart lawyer would make the request that she had just made, and it was a reason to be dreadful of her.And so, with visible reluctance, he reached for the receiver on the desk beside the wall. His voice came out in fragments, strained, and cracking at the edges.“Control… this is Inspector Gerald Seth. Patch me through to Internal Affairs.” He requested in a single long breath.The line hissed for a second before a voice answered, crisp and wary. “Internal Affairs, Director’s Office. Go ahead.”Gerald took a deep breath, but his words trembled. “I’m ordering an immediate audit on a high-level interrogation. Evidence presented by defense coun
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The line went dead before Chance could get another word out. For a moment, he simply sat there, phone still pressed to his ear, staring at the empty space ahead of him like the silence itself had frozen him in place. The buzz of the disconnected line hummed faintly—a dull reminder that something had just shifted, something deep and dangerous.He didn't want to think about it but too much, but the moment he saw that the call was from Gerald, two things crossed his mind. One was that, the call could have been because of Harry, and the other was that the call could have been because of his mother.And if course, he had seen the news flying all over the place, and even if he hadn't really supported what his mother had done in driving the bullet through Bruce Lincoln's brain, and would have wanted her to face the law for the consequences of her actions, something shifted in him after last night.He had seen his mother's brokenness and just like everyone else, he too had supported that the
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Silence pooled between Chance and Cliffor Hills, as though some invisible external force had induced it. Clifford watched Chance carefully, reading the truth in the stillness, in the way Chance had refused to speak, almost revealing the faint flicker of guilt buried behind his eyes.That was answer enough for him as far as he was concerned and he was concerned having being in the legal system for quite some time.Clifford exhaled slowly, almost like he’d just been handed a live grenade. “Then we have a problem bigger than the Acherlands,” he murmured.And just before Chance could respond, his phone lit up and buzzed sharply against the desk.And it was Chloe calling making him remember that since the last time that they both saw each other, they had neither no spoken to or heard from each other again.He hesitated for half a second before answering. “Chloe?”Her voice on the other end was strained, like she’d been pacing for a while. “Chance… can we meet? Please. It’s important.”Chan
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Julia remained seated long after the CSO left, the door shutting with a muted thud that echoed louder in her chest than in the room itself.Silence expanded around her.Not the peaceful kind but the heavy, and accusing kind that knows the truth before you admit it.She stared ahead at nothing, fingers curled tightly around the edge of her armrest. The CSO’s words kept circling in her mind like a vulture waiting for the weakest moment to swoop.“He wasn’t who you thought he was. His sister is still missing. He was threatened. He might have been forced to do it.”Each sentence stabbed deeper than she had expected it would be, and at that point, if felt as though the weight of the entire world was already beginning to press on her shoulders.Her breath trembled as she pressed her palm over her mouth, but it didn’t steady the growing storm in her chest.And that was because no matter how hard she tried to let herself feel at peace with what she had done, she just couldn’t shake off the tr
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Chance arrived at the quiet café Chloe had chosen, tucked between two shuttered bookstores like a secret wedged between forgotten pages. The evening light settled in long amber stripes across the pavement, and Chloe sat outside, elbows on the table, her posture taut enough to snap.As he approached, she lifted her eyes briefly, then looked back down as if anchoring herself. He pulled out the empty chair beside her and sat.“Alright,” he said, going straight to the point. “What did you need to talk about?”Chloe didn’t waste a second as she unlocked her phone, tapped her gallery, and pushed the screen toward him. A wide shot of a tourist site filled the frame: colorful umbrellas along a bridge, a crowd, water glittering behind them.Chance squinted. “Chloe… I don’t understand. What am I supposed to be looking at?”She didn’t answer. Instead, she zoomed in.And the world seemed to tilt the moment Chance’s eyes caught hold of what Chloe wanted him to see,Because right there stood Prime
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The morning had barely stretched its light across the capital when the storm broke loose.The headquarters of the CSSA, the nation’s most secure intelligence body was thrown into chaos as black SUVs pulled up one after another before the building. Within minutes, a small battalion of Internal Affairs agents marched through the front doors, their badges glinting coldly under the lobby lights.Inside, the air turned electric as conversations stopped and agents froze mid-step, files clutched tighter than they realized.No one had expected the internal affairs to make such a dramatic entrance especially not after Gerald Seth himself called them to inform them of the issue with the footage of the President shooting Bruce Lincoln“Federal Internal Affairs,” the lead officer barked. “We’re here under direct authorization to secure all evidence connected to the Bruce Lincoln case.”Gerald’s expression darkened. “On whose order?”He could remember that the last time he spoke with the head of
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The sound of engines rumbled across the courtyard as the federal convoy pulled into the CSSA compound. Black armored trucks, their insignias marked with the Federal Internal Affairs crest, lined up in perfect formation. Armed escorts in tactical gear surrounded a single, reinforced transport van—inside it, Christopher O’Connor sat silently, wrists shackled, his expression stoic and firm as though none of what was happening in that instant was of any concern to him.Gerald watched from the top floor through the reinforced glass as the men outside began the transfer protocol. The air felt heavy with inevitability. He had tried to reason, to delay, to call in favors—but every line of communication had been cut cleanly. Internal Affairs had moved too quickly.Something wasn’t just right, and he could tell it. But what exactly it is that wasn’t right, that he didn’t know. But with the pace at which the internal affairs were handling everything, it was just enough for him to know that Chri
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“Here, Mother,” Wilfreda said softly, placing a cup of coffee in front of Helsin.Since the time that Helsin revealed to them about the ’O’Connor relics and how it was tied to Steven’s brother, Robert ’O’Connor, the two of them had remained indoors under the watch of the security personnel that Chance had requested to look after them and to ensure that no harm came their way.Helsin smiled faintly, adjusting her glasses as she reached for the cup. “Thank you, dear. You’ve been up early today.”Wilfreda gave a small smile. “I couldn’t sleep. I’ve been thinking about Chance. It’s been days since he called.”Helsin’s expression softened. “You know your brother. He carries the world on his shoulders.” She took a sip, the aroma of roasted beans filling the air. “But he’ll call. He always does.”The word ‘brother’ now being used for Chance has somehow turned to normal whenever his issue was brought up, and somehow it always seemed to make Wilfreda smile as though it was something that had t