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"Lyse, if you're planning a future with me in it, does it mean you're willing to marry me?" Jasper flashed
a cheeky grin and pinched Alyssa's cheek.
Alyssa protested, "No! I'm not marrying you. That was ..."
She had just thought that his proposal was shabby.
At the police station, Cyrus was facing a dilemma. The time limit for Sophia's detention had lapsed, and
both the Beckett family and his superiors were exerting pressure to release Sophia within the next two
hours.
The clock was ticking.
Simon Lynch emerged from the interrogation room after speaking with Sophia. He strolled over to
Cyrus' desk, arrogantly crossing his legs. Lifting his chin, he sneered, "Chief Taylor, I understand your
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtdesire to seek justice for your sister, but everyone is equal under the law. No innocent citizen shall be
treated unfairly.
"Abusing your authority against Sophia serves no purpose. It only exposes your inadequacy as a law
enforcement officer. You're too young, lacking the experience and vision of your seniors."
"Are you saying that Sophia Kirkman is an innocent citizen?" Cyrus raised a skeptical brow and
directed a piercing gaze at Simon's smug face. "Mr. Lynch, you're full of shit. Why else would you have
said that?"
"You—" Simon's face reddened with anger. As he was about to slam the table, he held back at the
thought of his social standing. He gritted his teeth. "Chief Taylor, you'd be naive to think I can't take
action against you because you're Winston Taylor's son. What you did was a personal attack. I could
file a complaint against you."
"Do it if you dare," Cyrus smirked, knowing fully that Simon was nothing more than a bully who preyed
on the weak. Sometimes, he couldn't help but muse about the stark contrast between Sean, the
gentleman, and his wretched older brother Simon.
"Chief Taylor, it's time to give up," Simon remarked.
He leaned against the chair and haughtily checked his wristwatch. "You have two hours. What's the
point of putting up a futile defense? The outcome will not change. You're just a lowly policeman who
could change nothing. If I were you, I'd rather act in the capacity of Cyrus Taylor. That might be more
effective in getting what you want." "Hah, what nonsense. Who do you think you are?" Cyrus stared
squarely at Simon's annoying face and emphasized, "Sophia Kirkman will be detained until the time is
up, even if there are only two hours left." Simon shrugged. "I'm fine with it as long as it doesn't stop me
from catching up on my TV show tonight."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBeneath Cyrus' composed demeanor, he clenched his fist in silent frustration, cursing Simon for being
passive-aggressive.
Was there no hope for a miracle in Sophia's case?
At that moment, a policewoman rushed over, exclaiming, "Chief Taylor, someone has turned himself
in!"
"Which case is this?"
"It's Sophia Kirkman's case. The man claims he supplied Sophia with drugs. He has evidence proving
her drug use!"
Upon hearing this, Cyrus's eyes lit up, his heart racing. Meanwhile, Simon held his breath, stunned by
the unexpected turn of events.
Cyrus inquired, "What's his name?"
Right then, Tristan confidently approached Cyrus, a faint smile playing on his lips.
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