Huo Zhenyang's face was shrouded in a gloom that a low pressure system brings, a chilling severity passing by almost imperceptibly.
George was right, "birds leave traces."
Whatever one does, no matter how seamless it may seem, there will always be traces left behind.
But the police station was about to transfer Jiayi to the prosecution, and the court date was imminent.
She couldn't wait any longer.
Using his power, he covertly issued an ultimatum to the chief of police to extend the investigation and delay the trial, but they had reached the end of the line.
The public media's outcry was getting stronger; they couldn't keep stalling.
If the trial was lost, what awaited her was not a detention center, but a real prison.
A hell where darkness ruled, bullies lurked everywhere, and one suffered torment both in body and spirit, with reputation utterly destroyed.
He couldn't let there be even a chance of it happening.
Not a single sliver of a chance.
***
Night fell.
