Chapter 296:
The thought disturbed him deeply, and he knew the incident demanded a detailed investigation.
A shiver of fear coursed through the men as they realized their dire situation. “If it’s justice you’re after, you ought to pursue the one who directed us. We were merely pawns,” they blurted out, hoping to divert the blame.
“Rest assured, not a single one of you is getting out of here,” Kristian declared with unwavering resolve.
He dismissed their further cries for mercy and signaled to Gerard, who promptly dialed the authorities. Within minutes, the police arrived to detain the men.
As the police officers escorted them out, Gerard remarked sternly, “Mr. Shaw insists these two individuals undergo thorough rehabilitation for their offenses. We’ll be providing more evidence shortly.”
Once the police had departed, Gerard made his way back to the villa.
As he approached, he found Kristian surrounded by a cold, almost suffocating aura. His presence was as sharp as a dagger’s edge.
“The police have taken them into custody,” Gerard said, his voice careful yet resolute.
Kristian, his expression unreadable, gave a slight nod. “Set up a meeting with Ashley for tomorrow,” he ordered. His eyes remained distant, as if watching something beyond the walls. “Also, dig deeper into the incident where Freya was attacked by that group in open areas. I want a full investigation.”
“Understood,” Gerard replied promptly, his mind already ticking off the next steps.
Kristian’s voice broke the silence again. “There’s one more thing.”
“Yes?”
𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕖: gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⧿ⅽ𝗈𝗺
“How’s the investigation into the hotel incident with Freya and Trent coming along?” he inquired, his tone still flat but tinged with the weight of expectation.
“We’ve gathered some information,” Gerard said, brow furrowed. “But it’s a bit puzzling. We’re waiting for the second round of findings to come through. I’ll update you as soon as we have more details.”
Kristian nodded briefly, his lips barely moving. “Alright.”
With that matter settled, Gerard remembered something else he needed to bring up.
He reached into his jacket pocket, pulling out a custom playing card, its edges neatly trimmed and its design subtle yet distinct. “This is from Mr. Yates. He asked me to pass it along to you.”
Kristian gave it a fleeting glance before walking over to the sofa. His movements were as composed as ever, his demeanor cool and distant. He placed the card on the table, his voice as even as the surface of a still lake. “Tell him to find Zander on set. I don’t have time for his games.”
“No, that’s not it,” Gerard clarified quickly.
Kristian raised an eyebrow, the silence stretching between them.
“Mr. Yates mentioned that this card was left at his place when Ms. Briggs last visited,” Gerard continued, recounting every word without hesitation. “He wanted me to return it to you.”
The words hung in the air like a delicate thread, and Kristian’s curiosity stirred.
He took the card, a King of Diamonds, and turned it over in his hand. “She went to his house?”
The idea seemed almost preposterous. Freya had always kept her distance from Felipe—so why visit his home? It didn’t add up.
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