If only Edward Blake knew who Darren truly was, he would not be standing there offering money. He would be the one begging Darren for it.Darren’s jaw tightened.What had become of the world? Now wealthy people like Mr. Blake believed there were no consequences for their actions anymore, hoping to bribe Darren so that his son could escape punishment for what he had done.This made Darren’s blood boil.Misreading his silence, Clara leaned slightly toward Adrian and whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear, “He’s calculating the amount.”Adrian smirked. “Of course he is. This is his golden ticket out of poverty.”After hesitating for a moment, Darren slowly lifted his head and met Mr. Blake’s gaze.“I don’t need your cheap money,” he said calmly.Blake’s eyebrows twitched slightly.“And even if I did,” Darren continued, his voice sharper now, “you’re too poor to give me the amount I would request.”The room stiffened; silence swallowed them whole. For a few seconds, no one said anyt

The commissioner of police was a short man with a rotund body. He was clearly unfit to be in service to speak less of being the commissioner. But all thanks to corruption, here he was. Seeing him the other officers in the station shifted slightly, stiffened their spines and saluted.The man ignored them and walked straight towards the center of the station where the commotion was going on.Edward Blake’s lips curved slowly.A dark grin appeared on his face as he folded his arms across his chest.“Commissioner,” Blake called casually, as though greeting an old friend at a golf club. “Finally, you’re here!”The Commissioner forced a tight smile and walked forward, his polished shoes clicking against the floor. His eyes briefly scanned the room — Darren, Adrian, Clara, Inspector Halton — before settling respectfully on Blake.“Mr. Blake,” he greeted.Blake didn’t bother returning the politeness. He jerked his chin toward Inspector Halton.“Let’s not waste time. Do what’s necessary. Clea

Blake glared at Darren, his pride wounded. “You talk too much nonsense. Do you know what I mean by the best lawyers?” A proud smirk appeared on Blake’s face. “Oh wait, can you even afford a lawyer? Hahaha. This case is going to be over in no time. Just wait till my lawyers get here.”Adrian chuckled. “This loser thinks he won by messaging the IG. Now what? Are you going to message the Chief Justice or what? But wait, how did someone like you get the IG’s number in the first place?”Darren quietly turned toward him. “Have you apologized to the Inspector yet? Don’t speak until you’ve apologized.”Adrian was infuriated. He felt like punching Darren in the face, but he couldn’t. He was in handcuffs.A few minutes later, three figures appeared at the entrance of the police station. They were smartly dressed in tailored suits, all three of them clutching briefcases in their hands. They walked with quiet confidence; their expressions were calm and sharp—exactly what one would expect from att

The black SUV doors opened one after the other, and three senior lecturers who were members of the university board stepped out first. Behind them came the Vice Chancellor, flanked by an administrative officer. Their faces were tight with discomfort.Darren stood still, his hands in his pockets, watching them approach. The Morgans were still kneeling at his feet.The Vice Chancellor cleared his throat. “Darren Wayne.” He gave a strained smile, then added, “May we have a word?”Darren glanced at the Morgans still kneeling before him. As much as he was uncomfortable having elders kneel at his feet, since they were Abigail’s parents, they had to share in their daughter’s punishment.Without saying a word to them, he stepped a few feet away toward the VC.The board members formed a small circle around him. The Vice Chancellor clasped his hands behind his back as he spoke.“Darren,” he began carefully, “on behalf of the university senate and the entire governing council, we owe you a since

The crash echoed through the VVIP room like a gunshot.For a full twenty long seconds, nobody moved. Nobody remembered to blink. Nobody remembered to breathe.In the tense silence, the Patek Philippe Grand Complications 6300A-010 lay shattered across the marble floor — it looked nothing like the admirable piece of jewelry it had been a few minutes ago.The manager slowly turned around. His eyes dropped to the floor, then widened.His lips parted, but no sound came out at first.Darren, too, stood frozen, staring at the pieces. His mind was still catching up with what had just happened.Even the old man wore a stunned expression — mouth slightly open, brows raised — as if he, too, couldn’t believe what he had just witnessed.Finally, the manager found his voice.“Y-you… broke it?” he stuttered, his face draining of color.Before Darren could even breathe properly, the old man suddenly raised a trembling finger and pointed directly at him.“Yes!” he cried loudly. “He broke it!”Darren’s