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    When Ralph saw Nate’s unyielding stance, his shoulders sank under the weight of reluctant eptance. He gave the butler a subtle nod, a gesture that spoke volumes without uttering a single word.


    Understanding the silentmand, the butler departed promptly and soon returned, apanied by a group of police officers.


    “Pleasee in,” the butler instructed courteously, holding the door wide. “The person you’re looking for is inside.”


    One officer, clutching a photograph, approached Ralph with a respectful nod. “Mr. Ralph Hopkins, we need to take her in for questioning. Is that eptable?”


    Ralph’s expression remained impassive, his gaze flickering over Andromache with all the warmth of a distant star, as if she were no more than a mere stranger.


    “Take her,” he responded, his voice devoid of hesitation.


    Andromache’s eyes widened, a chaotic swirl of fear and confusion contorting her face.


    Realizing the gravity of her situation, she fought through the pain in her shoulder and summoned every ounce of strength to strike at Nate’s arm. Breaking free, she copsed forward, drawing in great, desperate gulps of air.


    The officers stepped closer, one addressing her with a firm, professional tone. “Ms. Andromache Hopkins, you are under suspicion of fraudulent activities. You need to apany us for questioning.”


    The cold touch of handcuffs encircled her wrists, snapping her mind into sharp focus. The stark reality of her predicament hit her like a tidal wave crashing against a helpless shore.


    “How dare you arrest me without concrete evidence!” she snapped, attempting to sound defiant despite the quiver in her voice. Confidence simmered within her, convinced that years of meticulous nning had left no trace, no thread for anyone to tug at.


    She looked at the officers with disdain, certain that they couldn’t possibly produce any proof.


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    Initially, the officers intended to handle the situation with a degree of restraint out of respect for Ralph. But seeing her tant defiance, a hint of sardonic amusement flickered in their eyes.


    “Our investigation reveals your involvement in illegal virtual currency transactions—suspected fraud and moneyundering. We have obtained verified data from the exchange records. As the registered legal representative, you are obligated to cooperate with the investigation. Here is the arrest warrant.”


    Andromache’s heart plummeted as she read the charges, the words blurring as icy dread crept through her veins.


    Just a year prior, the Independent Continent had ouwed virtual currency transactions. Yet she had scoffed at their hollow derations, convinced that the authoritiescked the spine to enforce the ban.


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