The Reign Of Medical Sovereign

Confess right or else!

“Huh?”

Everyone in the vicinity froze hearing what Logan said. Then they stared at Julian while also stepping backwards, wondering if something was wrong with his brain.

He dared to steal from the Browns? Did he even know what he was doing? Was he in his right senses? That didn't seem to be the case; else, he wouldn't have stolen from the Browns under any circumstances.

“Julian, you're so disgusting. How dare you steal? I'm disappointed in you.” Lyra shook her head, disappointment written all over her face.

“Disappointed in me?” Julian mused, staring at Lyra, mockery and disdain written all over his face.

“Do we have anything to do with each other, or are you just being so delusional?”

“Besides, I didn't steal it; one of the Browns gave it to me,” Julian added with a shrug.

“Impossible!” Logan countered almost immediately, staring at the card in his hands.

“You must have stolen this card; there's no way the Browns would ever give away this card,” Logan sneered, glaring at Julian.

“This is an exclusive Black Card, belonging only to the Brown family; the crest here proves that,” Logan continued, pointing at a silver crest embedded in the card, just at the top right edge.

He had seen this card once. When his father was running low on funds and desperately needed money. The Browns had helped his father, returning a favor his father once rendered to them.

The card his father was given was exactly like this. So he firmly believed Julian had stolen the card.

“Give me back the card; I don't have time to play around with you,” Julian frowned slightly, stretching out his hands to take the card from Logan.

“You bloody thief, you still want to escape after committing such an atrocity? I'll never let you go,” Logan scoffed and yelled at the top of his voice.

“Guards, come and hold down this thief who dared to steal from the Browns,”

“And you,” he turned to the cashier, whose face was now pale with fear, her hands shivering as she stared at Logan. She couldn't believe she had almost cashed out something that was stolen.

She would have gotten involved if Logan had not happened to be here. She was just a small cashier and was barely making ends meet by working here. How would she be able to survive if she were to offend the Browns?“

“Hurry and inform the manager; tell him you've caught a thief who stole from the Browns,” Lucien's voice came, pulling the cashier out of her thoughts.

“There's no need to call me; I'm already here.” A hoarse voice came as a short, chubby figure in glasses with a round belly walked into the scene.

“Mr. Jude, here you are.” Logan's eyes lit up upon seeing the man, and he instantly walked up to him, a wide smile spreading on his face.

“What's going on here?” Jude asked, his hoarse, thick voice reverberating throughout the place.

“Mr. Jude, I've helped you catch a thief,” Logan hurriedly explained; the smile on his face got wider with each second.

“A thief?” Jude frowned slightly, wondering what Logan was talking about.

“Yes sir,” Logan nodded hurriedly.

“That criminal over there tried to cash out the money from this card,” Logan continued, pointing at Julian.

“But I was quick to realize there was no way he would have so much money, so I quickly intervened, and when I checked the card, I discovered it belonged to the honorable Brown family,” Logan explained, turning to shoot a glare at Julian while, at the same time, handing the card over to Jude.

Jude's expression changed after hearing Logan's explanation, and at the same time, he took the card from him.

The moment he laid his eyes on the card, his expression darkened, and he turned to Julian.

“Where did you get this card?” He growled, hostility written all over his face.

“I…”

“Sir, don't believe anything he says…” Lyra suddenly interjected, her voice cold.

“He's my husband, and I've known him for more than two years. There's no way he got that card through any other means apart from stealing it from the owner.”

Jude's expression darkened even more. Was this a coincidence?

A few minutes ago, the head of the Brown family, Lucien Brown, had called him, stating he was coming to the bank to discuss an urgent issue.

Though he was shocked as he wondered what issues could be urgent for even the Brown family.

It turned out that it was a case of theft. Though the Brown family was filthy rich, even if ten billion were stolen from them, they wouldn't feel it.

It wouldn't still be befitting of their status to just let someone steal from them and walk away with it.

Thinking about this, Jude broke out into a loud chuckle and placed his hands on Logan's shoulders.

“Boy, you've done well. I'm sure Mr. Lucien would reward you heavily.”

“Thank you very much, Mr. Jude,” Logan grinned, his face flushed from excitement.

Lyra also grinned. She would get acquainted with the Brown family. Wasn't that a good thing?

Thinking about this, she shot a glare at Julian, who still looked oddly calm as though he was watching a group of clown performances.

“And where's the cashier who tried to cash out the money for him?” Jude questioned, turning around.

Instantly, all eyes fell on the cashier, who instantly tried to hide but was caught by Jude's intimidating gaze.

“You're fired," he spoke, his voice carrying an unwavering authority.

“Later, you'll explain why you wanted to help a criminal cash out the Browns' family money to Mr. Lucien,” he scoffed, then turned to Julian.

The cashier, on the other hand, trembled, sweat covering her face, her hands shaking as she attempted to talk, but nothing was coming out of her mouth.

“Young man, you'd better confess right, or else your sentence will be even worse,” Jude threatened, his gaze fixated on Julian.

“Why don't you let Mr. Brown come over and explain himself,” Julian huffed, sounding rather arrogant.

“And who do you think you are?” Logan burst out into fury, pointing at Julian.

“Guards, give this criminal a good beating so he will know not to utter nonsense in the future,” Logan commanded.

“Yes sir,” the guards answered and moved towards Julian, wanting to beat him up.

“Stop! What do you guys think you're doing?”

A loud, domineering voice came, followed by heavy footsteps as a figure walked into the bank, accompanied by about ten guards.