Reborn From Oblivion

Despite being a prisoner bound to confess his crimes, his imposing demeanor was as proud and regal as that of a king.

The officer turned to his colleagues and said, "He once did me a favor. If he shows a good attitude in admitting his guilt, please cut him some slack for my sake."

"Since you say so, Officer Clark. We'll make sure to do you this favor. Don't worry."

The officers holstered their weapons, and one of them stepped forward to escort the man out of the basement.noveldrama

At the entrance of the McCoy estate, a stern and resolute man stood quietly, watching intently as the man emerged. He was Jaime, Frankie's grandnephew. Since Frankie's side of the family was rather unremarkable, she had taken Jaime under her wing and raised him from a young age.

As the man walked past him, Jaime said, "Auntie wanted me to tell you that you must take responsibility for your mistakes. They won't intervene on your behalf."

The man turned, gazing at the grand mansion, a sardonic smile playing on his handsome face. "There was no need for them to do so in the first place."

Having said that, he turned his head with a defiant pride, looking towards the road ahead.

Jaime approached the officers, "I'd like a moment alone to speak with my cousin. Could you grant me this opportunity?"

Officer Luke looked at the man, and the man gave an almost imperceptible nod.

Jaime moved closer to him, whispering so only they could hear, "You hold the economic reins of several major families in the capital. Are you really prepared to just walk in there?"

The man laughed with a devil-may-care attitude, "Yes, I'm ready to hand it all over to the state in hopes of leniency."

Jaime was visibly frustrated. "Why? You've lost your ability to stand, and your health is ruined. You're a man without desires. I assume you have no interest in

being the richest in the capital, so why not give me the chance?"

He leaned in to whisper, "If you give me the core confidential software of the Rowland family, the Dawson family, and the Stewart family, promise to get your sentence reduced." en

The man lifted his chin, proud as a swan. "Sorry, I've already destroyed them all."

He smiled shrewdly, "I would never hand over the very evidence that could

destroy me to anyone. Do I look that foolish to you?"

Jaime looked defeated, "If you're

going to be that ungrateful, then stay inside. You should know, someone as delicate as you, without anyone to watch your back, will suffer greatly in there." en

The man chuckled, "Given my injuries, you should know that someone like me has long since disregarded life and death."

No matter what Jaime said, the man remained unmoved. Jaime was exasperated.

But the man had lost his patience and maneuvered his wheelchair forward on his own. Eventually, he was loaded into the police car, the sirens blaring as they took him away to a place devoid of daylight

The next day. The sky was overcast. A torrential rain descended once more.

Nathalie sat despondently by the bed... Nathan's body lay covered by a white sheet. What lay beneath the sheet, only Nathalie knew.

"Sister," Lizzy approached. "You should eat something." Nathalie murmured, "I don't feel like eating."

Her dull eyes suddenly shifted, "By the way, have Cameron and Benjamin left?"

Lizzy scoffed, "Hmph, those two are here to kick us while we're down. They won't leave until they've seen the master."