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    At this moment, Harold found himself regretting the fact that his intestines were green.


    Being beaten to a pulp by Donald’s men wasn’t even the worst part; after all, physical injuries would heal in a few months.


    The real concern was the International Criminal Police who had just arrived, stating they would hand him and his father over to the local authorities. If that happened, the kidnapping charges against them would be inescapable.


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    Harold’s emotions spiraled into despair at the thought of potentially spending a decade behind bars.


    As Don Albert’s men lifted him away, Harold couldn’t hold back his tears and choked out, “Excuse me,rades from Interpol… Is it true… Are we really going to jail? My father and I were both pushed into this situation. The true mastermind is Donald…”


    Christopher, equally distraught, added, “While we may be at fault, we’ve already suffered greatly. Please, can you show mercy and allow us a chance to live?”


    Harold turned to his father, eyes filled with tears, and cried, “Dad… I don’t want to go to jail!”


    With tears streaming down his face, Christopher responded, “When the timees, I’ll take the me. I’ll tell them it was all my idea, and you knew nothing. Maybe the judge will go easy on you…”


    Hearing this, Harold broke down in tears.


    As the father and son sobbed, the emotional scene grew increasingly chaotic.


    At that moment, Don Albert approached them, his voice cold andmanding: “Stop crying! If you cry again, you’ll find yourselves in prison!”


    Harold, bewildered, asked, “Comrade Interpol, what do you mean… you’re not sending us to jail?”


    Don Albert replied curtly, “Fortunately for you two, we need to keep the arrest of Caroline under wraps, so we can’t inform other departments just yet. Therefore, the kidnapping of ine and Caroline will not be reported to local authorities today!”


    “Really?!” Harold eximed, his body quivering with excitement.


    However, the sudden movement intensified the pain coursing through his limbs, causing him to cry out again.


    Despite the agony, Harold’s heart raced with joy.<fn8a95> Read full story at fι?dnοvel</fn8a95>


    Atst, he had escaped a prison sentence!


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    Meanwhile, at the Thompson First Vi.


    Lady Wilson lounged on the sofa in the living room of Vi A06, ncing at the clock as she addressed Wendy, who sat across from her: “Why haven’t your father and brother made any progress? It’s been too long without any news.”


    Wendy replied, “Perhaps they’re overwhelmed. There’s so much to manage. Not only did they have to hand ine over, but they also filmed a video to send to the ck brick factory.”


    Lady Wilson nodded thoughtfully and smirked, “ine has really been acting outtely, floating above reality. Maybe it’s time she learns what real suffering is!”


    Wendy chuckled, “Absolutely, grandma! I’ve hated that b*tch for ages, especially since she’s caused so much trouble this time. I wish I could break her leg again!”


    As she reminisced, a gleam of excitement lit up her eyes. “Those days in the cell were something else. Gena, that tough girl, would p ine so hard, it was like she was trying to take her down a peg. Just imagining ine’s misery back then gets me so excited!”


    Lady Wilson nodded vigorously, her expression filled with glee. “Oh! Gena, that country girl, is incredibly strong! One person like her could take down ine without breaking a sweat!”


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