Chapter 463

On the screen was a file, a dozen pages long, detailing a litany of accusations against Yelena and Deirdre.

It started with Deirdre, who was involved in not only illegal loan-sharking but also money laundering. During one dispute over interest payments, she had maliciously pushed someone from the eighteenth floor of a building, later using the Wilcox family's influence to cover the whole thing up.

Then there was an incident when Yelena was ten. After losing a dance competition to a girl from another class, Deirdre had her driver wait at an intersection near the little girl's house and run her over, leaving the child permanently disabled. The driver responsible was the leader of the four kidnappers they had just arrested.

The list went on and on.

As for Yelena, she was hardly any better. She had cheated on her entrance exams and pulled strings to get into Eclara High School. While enrolled, she repeatedly bullied students from less fortunate families.

"Where did you get all this?" the officer asked in astonishment, scrolling through the dense file.

"That's not your concern," Juniper said with a slight blink and a yawn. "Just follow procedure."

Word came from the interrogation room that the four kidnappers had already confessed, and Yelena and Deirdre were on the verge of breaking.

"Alright." The officer glanced at the time. "When will your guardian be arriving?"

"In a little while." Juniper pulled out her phone and started a game, casually adding, "Go take care of your work. You'll have another tricky situation to deal with soon."

"What situation?" The officer was completely bewildered.

"Just wait," Juniper said vaguely, her fingers flying across the screen.

The officer found the girl utterly baffling. He decided he would just wait for her guardian to arrive.

"VICTORY" flashed across her screen. Juniper exited the game and opened WhatsApp to message Flint: [How's it going?]

Flint replied almost instantly: [Ms. Payne, that moronic father-son duo from the Wilcox family took the bait. They couldn't wait to make their move.]

Juniper: [Good. I'll be waiting for you at the station.]

Flint stared at his phone, stunned. They hadn't even sprung the trap yet, but Ms. Payne was already so sure of the outcome.

...

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the city, Janet was riding her bicycle as instructed, trembling with fear.

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"Okay," Janet nodded meekly.

As her bike turned onto a side road, a large truck that had been waiting by the curb

roared to life and sped towards her.

"Ms. Wilcox, take the path to your left," Flint instructed.

Janet obeyed, her palms slick with cold sweat.

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"When I do a job, I do it right," the driver said before hanging up. He slammed on

the accelerator, closing in on Janet.

Just as the truck was about to hit her, someone darted out from nowhere and yanked her out of the way.

BANG! The bicycle was sent flying, but Janet was completely unharmed.

"Damn it!" the truck driver swore under his breath. He gripped the steering wheel, intending to flee the scene.

"Felton, the bastard is heading in the opposite direction. He's all yours," Flint said into his comms.

He then turned to a still-shaken Janet and said respectfully, "Ms. Wilcox, you can call the police now."

"Okay," Janet agreed, her face pale.