At this point, Howard has no choice but to withdraw thewsuit.


    He initiated legal action against Zhou Liangyun, and given his social standing, he can easily tell the police and the court that everything was simply a misunderstanding. He could im that Zhou Liangyun did not steal his belongings or that the items in question were merely inexpensive fakes, worth less than a hundred dors. If he goes this route, Zhou Liangyun would undoubtedly be acquitted.


    Once acquitted, Zhou Liangyun would regain his freedom, and the FBI would no longer be required to provide him with stringent protection.


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    It would imply to everyone that Howard had either framed Zhou Liangyun orpletely misunderstood the situation in light of the numerous scandals that had alreadye to light.<h3 style="background-color:DodgerBlue">


    This would be an outrageous act of dishonesty.


    Nheless, Howard feels cornered.


    His instincts are telling him that he must locate the Sifang Baozhu without dy. If the Sifang Baozhu bes irretrievable, it could spell the end of the Rothschild family’s two centuries of prosperity.


    At that moment, the FBI official calmly responded, “If you choose to withdraw the case and the court finds Peter Zhou innocent, we will cease our protection of him.”


    The official continued with a warning, “However, Mr. Rothschild, I must remind you that once Peter Zhou is free, you cannot act against him without consequence. If he engages in any wrongdoing, the FBI will investigate thoroughly. The public perception of the Rothschild family is already quite negative, and I advise against any rash actions.”


    Howard retorted coldly, “You have no right to dictate my actions!”


    Following that, he abruptly ended the call. The line went dead, and he immediately made another call to the court in New York.


    …


    Shortly after, Sean arrived at JFK Airport in New York following a two-hour flight.


    As soon as he exited the airport, he was warmly greeted by Chen Zhimin, who had been waiting for him. Chen Zhimin respectfully whispered, “My subordinate, Chen Zhimin, meets Uncle Sean!”


    Uncle Sean, appearing youthful in his forties, stood tall and straight, resembling a middle-aged star from the film industry, exuding a mature and aplished demeanor.


    Seeing Chen Zhimin, he remarked, “Thest time I saw you, you were hardly ten years old. Now you look nearly my age.”


    Chen Zhimin replied with surprise, “I’m amazed Uncle Sean still remembers me!”


    “Of course I remember,” Uncle Sean responded nonchntly. “Your father and I shared a friendship.”


    Changing the subject, he inquired, “Have you thoroughly investigated Peter Zhou’s situation? What exactly did the British Lord want you to find?”


    Chen Zhimin quietly replied, “My subordinates have gathered some information. I’ll exin the details to you once we’re in the car.”


    “Sounds good,” Uncle Sean agreed.


    They left the airport and headed to Chen Zhimin’s limited edition Rolls-Royce Phantom. Chen Zhimin opened the rear door for Uncle Sean, who got inside before Chen closed the door and took his ce in the driver’s seat.


    Once back in the cab, Chen Zhimin handed several printed images to Uncle Sean, stating, “Uncle Sean, this is what the British Lord asked us to coborate on. Please take a look.”


    Uncle Sean reviewed the materials briefly and expressed skepticism, “This appears to be just an ordinary gold pagoda. What makes it so significant that it warrants the British Lord’s personal orders? Have you uncovered any additional information or materials?”