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Chapter 119: "What?" Jarrod roared furiously, jabbing a finger at the officer. "Are you suggesting I voluntarily went wandering into abandoned slums to party with a bunch of ragged old hags? Am I insane? Where's the security footage? The karaoke bar - they must have surveillance! Did you even bother checking?"

Though annoyed, the officer kept his tone even. "We reviewed every tape from the locations you mentioned. Unfortunately, either the cameras were malfunctioning or the footage had already been erased. Even our tech experts couldn't retrieve anything. As for the shack where you claim you were confined, no fingerprints or tangible evidence were found. I understand how angry you are now, but mere words are useless. We need proof."

Jarrod's fury only deepened.

"Isn't it obvious someone messed with the surveillance footage on purpose? They set me up!" Jarrod slammed his fist against the counter, his voice sharp with frustration. Across from him, the officer stayed calm and answered, "I get why you're upset, but investigations need evidence. Without hard proof, we can't just hand out verdicts."

Boiling over with rage, Jarrod launched into a string of curses. "What kind of useless cops are you? You can't even solve a simple case! Why are you even here? You…"

With a sharp glare, the officer cut him off and said in a chilling tone, "Badmouthing the police in public is a serious crime. Keep it up, and you might just find yourself locked behind bars."

For a moment, Jarrod stood frozen, his mouth half-open but no words coming out.

Boiling with anger but completely helpless, he could only slink away from the station, shame burning his cheeks and fear settling deep in his gut.

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Meanwhile, a female officer approached her colleague, giving him a light pat on the back. "Rich punks like him think the world owes them something. Always throwing their weight around. Whoever put him in his place this time? Honestly, I hope it sticks. Maybe he'll finally learn he can't buy his way out of everything."

Over the years, Jarrod's name had been a regular sight in their files - bar fights, public disturbances, petty harassment.

Most of the time, he leaned on his family's wealth and influence to walk away clean, usually after targeting people without the means to fight back.

This time, however, someone powerful had clearly stepped in to deliver justice, leaving Jarrod utterly humiliated. The officers couldn't help but admire whoever was behind it.

Outside, standing under the harsh morning sun, Jarrod's anger simmered into a gnawing sense of dread.

For the first time, he truly wondered who could have set such a perfect trap. The person not only kidnapped him without leaving a single trace but also wiped out every shred of evidence afterward. It was no amateur, that much he knew. But who hated him enough to go this far?

He wracked his brain, thinking back. Other than a few nasty run-ins with Maia recently, nothing serious came to mind. He had been laying low lately. Perhaps Maia had done this? No, impossible.

Jarrod quickly dismissed the thought. Not only was Maia unlikely to have the resources to pull off something like this, but she'd been his sister for seventeen years. There was no way she'd resort to such cruel measures to destroy him completely.

The memory of that awful night hit him hard. If he hadn't knocked himself out in time, those old women might have done things so horrible that he would rather be dead. The thought made his stomach turn. Maia knew him too well to ever use that against him. Still, if not her, then who?

The more Jarrod thought, the worse his headache got, the answer slipping away like smoke through his fingers.

By the time he reached the parking lot, he was close to unraveling. How on earth was he supposed to face Richard now?

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