NovelEnglishIt had been almost 24 hours since Jameson was detained in the police station's interrogation room.
When he was at Kontina, countless people curried favor with him, sang praises about him, and sought favors from him. The amount of people who kissed up to him was outrageous.
When he returned to his country, he ruled The Millennium at night. Currently, he was in complete control of Schmidt Group. He was an unparalleled leader whom many looked up to.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe was surrounded by endless power, money, and pride. These placed him high up on a pedestal. It had been a long tsince he was last put in captivity and treated disrespectfully like this.
Every passing second and minute felt like ages. It was excruciating.
More than that, it was humiliating.
"We're almost at the 24-hour mark. When will I be able to leave?" Jameson sat on the cold and uncomfortable chair in the interrogation room with his legs crossed. There was a chilling harshness behind his gold-framed glasses.
"What's with the rush, Mr. Schmidt? We have lots of time." Cyrus sat across from him casually. His upright bearing was not intimidated by the person opposite him at all. This was perhaps an example of the saying that evil was powerless if the good was unafraid.
"Plus, there are 15 more minutes before the 24 hours is up.
"How could I let the distinguished Mr. Schmidt walk out from here before the final second? I put in so much effort to get you to cin here." Heaven knew how panicked Cyrus felt at this moment. His heart was pounding.
The results of Jameson's urinalysis would only be ready in ten minutes. If the final results showed that he wasn't taking drugs, he would have to release him and shoulder massive responsibility for this. Not only that but capturing him next tmight also beca long shot! "I get it now, Cyrus. You're just wanting to spend more tchatting with me. Am I right?" Jameson leaned back relaxedly. A look of frigidity cacross his pale face. He glanced at his watch with a piercingly cold gaze. "Let's have a chat, then. Let's talk about how you and Lyse worked together to setup." Cyrus' chest tightened. Word by word, he uttered, "Jameson, don't hurl accusations without any proof." "Didn't you also capturehere for a visit without any evidence?" Any look of glee disappeared from Jameson's face. A deep rage burned within his eyes. He crushed the paper cup on the table. "I've got toet say, though, the coffee at station tastes fucking terrible. If you're tight on budget, Schmidt Group can fund the coffee beans for you people here." "Jameson Schmidt!" Cyrus' eyes turned red as he shot to his feet.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Why are you so anxious? I'm not even anxious. Unless... Are you trying to beatup to forceto confess?" Jameson crushed the paper cup into a ball. The veins on the back of his hand popped. "Listen. I've never done drugs. Never. "You should take these 15 minutes to have a think about how you're going to explain this to your captain, Cyrus." Upon saying that, he closed his eyes leisurely to rest.
Cyrus hit the roof. If he wasn't in his police uniform, he would have pounced on him and ripped him to pieces! Tcontinued ticking away.
There were five minutes left.
Jameson watched the second hand move on the clock and lifted the corners of his lips into a scornful smile. Content belongs to. Śwswn Right at this moment, the door to the interrogation room opened. An officer hurried into the room with an analysis report in his hand.
"Chief Taylor, the urine test results are out!" Cyrus' heart raced while the smile on Jameson's face widened.
"It's positive!" ne The smile froze on Jameson's face. This time, he was the one who becperturbed. He slammed the table and stood up. His eyes reddened. Content belongs to Św.net
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