Chapter 917
Harvey Rivers’s roommates tried hard to hold back their laughter, chiming in from time to time, “Yes, Jillian Lowe is right. We can prove it p>
Seeing the situation spiral out of control, Seraphina Quinn and Gwen finally snapped back to reality.
“Let me go! Let me go, you lunatics p>
“Let go of us right now! We didn’t do anything p>
“Didn’t do anything? Then what are you doing here? Just a moment ago, you were screaming about killing her,” Harvey pointed out.
Wyatt Wright and the others twitched their lips in amusement.
It didn’t take long for the police to arrive, accompanied by Director Raymond Carter of the Campus Security Department.
“What’s going on here?” Director Carter asked.
Jillian pointed an accusing finger. “These two claimed they were the ones who sent the assassin the other day. They even told Mira Mercer to watch her back, boasting that they had a ‘big gift’ for her p>
“Exactly! That’s exactly what they said. We all heard it,” Wyatt added.
“What do you think, Ms. Mercer?” Director Carter asked, seeking Mira’s input.
“I really couldn’t say. That’s just what they yelled at me p>
“Nonsense! They’re all lying! Don’t listen to them!” the two women shrieked in desperation, but Director Carter simply nodded to the police officers.
At that moment, Mira detached the covert recorder from her Digital Brooch Wire, isolating the specific audio clip: *Mira Mercer, your days of arrogance are numbered. Just you wait and see.* She handed it over to the police.
“My recorder is quite small, so it only caught this one sentence. My apologies p>
In truth, Mira also had a video recording, but providing both would have aroused too much suspicion. It was better to leave it at that; locking them up for a few days would be more than enough payback.
As the two women were escorted away, peace returned to the dining hall, signaling it was time for Mira and her group to leave as well.
On their way out, Harvey cautiously asked Mira, “The incident those women were bragging about do you think they meant what happened at the Lance Group p>
“I don’t think so. The Lance Group scandal is already front-page news. They wouldn’t go out of their way to brag about something everyone already knows. My intuition tells me those people did something else entirely p>
By noon that day, explosive news rocked Aethelgard: The tragic casualties at Lance Power & Light weren’t caused by an accident, but by deliberate sabotage.
Someone had intentionally shut off the main power breaker while the crew was working at a high altitude.
The culprits had already been apprehended.
That afternoon, Owen Lance, the current President of the Lance Group 4ssued a solemn apology to the victims families on behalf of all the shareholders and management
He publicly pledged that the Lance Group would issue a compensation payout ten times the standard amount.
Furthermore, Owen announced he
would personally supplement the compensation with an additional million dollars for each victim’s family paid directly from
from his private accounts.
The suspects were currently under interrogation, and follow-up reports were expected to trace the investigation’s progress.
Meanwhile, Lord Leonard Lance had been completely isolated. He was under the strict supervision of professional medical staff, and no one was allowed near him.
Richard Lance and Jocelyn Lance were terrified that their son’s involvement would be exposed. They desperately wanted to use the old man to pressure Owen. However, despite running around in a frantic panic, they simply couldn’t get access to him.
They sent people to the corporate headquarters to fish for information, but Owen’s executive office was locked down tighter than a vault. Not a single word leaked out.
At that moment, Jocelyn was throwing a weeping fit at home. “He is your son, and you are his father! Can’t you just give him a direct order p>
“That rebellious brat? Do you really think he’d even give me the time of day?” Richard was at his wits’ end.
“You useless coward! You call yourself a father, yet you can’t even keep your own son in line p>
Jocelyn spat, letting her anxiety override her filter.
*Slap!* A heavy palm struck across her face.