Trouble in Paradise

Chapter

0062

I kept Chief Jefferson busy with my case the entire time to prevent him from finding a chance to talk to Nicholas.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

If Nicholas decided to make things difficult for me, I might not be able to get out of the police station anytime soon.

I could only stall for time, hoping that Yasmine would arrive at the station to bail me out. While I was engaging in conversation with Chief Jefferson, she showed up with Silas in tow!

He wore a white shirt with the hem perfectly tucked into his suit pants, giving him a tall and upright appearance.

Despite wearing glasses, he looked cultured and elegant. But behind the lenses, his eyes were sharp and resolute, like a hero bravely confronting the truth.

Seeing him, the words "under the principle of justice, righteousness is immortal" unconsciously floated through my mind. I felt deeply moved, touched that I was worthy of someone's unwavering support. Yasmine rushed to my side and pulled me up from the chair, asking, "Are you okay?"

I shook my head, instinctively looking for Silas' gaze. But he didn't focus on me. Instead, he spoke directly to Chief Jefferson about bailing me out.

Unexpectedly, Chief Jefferson

as very courteous to him. His tone changed as he said, "Mr. Harmon, if you had told me earlier that you knew Ms. Jones, a phone call would have sufficed. There was no need for you to come in person." For someone to become the chief of a police station, they must have had both achievements and connections and surely be a shrewd individual.

This was the first time I heard Chief Jefferson call me "Ms. Jones", Unfortunately, he miscalculated. My relationship with Silas wasn't that deep.

I was somewhat surprised by Chief Jefferson's politeness. Lawyers and police officers often interacted, so they probably knew each other well. Still, the respect he showed indicated that Silas' status was probably more complex than I thought.

My curiosity about him grew. After all, I had only asked Yasmine for help. It must have been her big mouth that told him about the situation. When Chief Jefferson said that, Silas glanced at me lightly and asked, "Are

you hurt?"

I shook my head and smiled faintly..

Chief Jefferson hurriedly explained, "What are you talking about, Mr. Harmon? We were just gathering some basic information from Ms. Jones. Now that we've got a good understanding of the situation, she can go." Silas shifted his gaze away from me and asked Yasmine to help me with the

paperwork.

Instead of leaving immediately, he requested a copy of the transcript from our earlier conversation and meticulously reviewed every word and punctuation mark

I recalled how, back in school, our teachers would tell us that a single punctuation mark could change the meaning of a sentence, emphasizing the importance of precision. Silas' voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

"I'll also be involved in investigating this case. If there are any updates, I'll communicate with Chief Jefferson."

Chief Jefferson courteously escorted us to the door, where, to our surprise, Nicholas' car was parked neatly outside. It had started drizzling, and Nicholas was leaning against his car, holding a cigarette. Raindrops clung to his hair and suit, resembling pearls glistening in the night. Despite being drenched by the rain, he exuded an untouchable elegance and a natural nobility simply by standing there.

"Pah! What a joke!" Yasmine spat on the ground, pulling me along. "He was here when we arrived. If he had sorted everything earlier, we wouldn't have had to step in. I think he just didn't want to bail you out!"