Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 470 Poor Jonathan

Yosef introduced himself with a smile. "Mr. Sullivan, I'm Yosef Finch."

The police chief, Carson Sullivan, frowned, clearly trying to remember who he was. "Finch?" he mused.

Seeing Carson still not making the connection, Yosef helped him out, which he rarely did. "About the case you took today involving Jack..."

Recognition finally dawned on Carson. "Ah, yes. The family member. How may I be of assistance?" he asked politely.

Yosef attempted once more to invite Carson to dinner that evening, only to be swiftly declined. Left with no alternative, he initiated a conversation outside the police station.

He began, "Regarding Jack's case, while it should be thoroughly investigated, he's always been well-behaved and couldn't possibly have committed those crimes. Plus, he's injured. Is it possible to release him on bail for recovery? As for the rest..." He planned to smooth over the situation once things calmed down. However, Carson only sighed in response.

"I empathize with family members standing by their loved ones, but facts are unyielding, and the law is absolute.

"Even ancient kings were subject to the same justice as commoners. As a public servant in our modern society, I must enforce the law impartially.

"Mr. Finch, your son's transgressions are quite severe, so, unfortunately, bail isn't an option." He remained resolute, offering no opportunity for negotiation.

Yosef's displeasure grew. "Mr. Sullivan, you may not know me, but you should know the Finch family, right?"

Carson paused briefly before a smile spread across his face. "Of course, I'm aware."

He was not only familiar with the Finch family but also with Yosef himself. After all, it was nearly impossible to find someone unfamiliar with the prominent Finch family in Regalia. "Doesn't the thought of offending the Finch family concern you?" Yosef's voice grew cold. He decided to apply pressure since Carson seemed unresponsive to subtlety.

However, Yosef had severely underestimated the character of the man before him. Or perhaps his understanding paled in comparison to Carson's knowledge.

The threat was evident, and Carson naturally picked up on it. However, he maintained his calm demeanor.

"I wouldn't dare to offend the Finch family, which is precisely why I must conduct a thorough investigation into your son's case," he said.

the police station,

investigation precisely because he didn't want to

realization

clear to him that Jonathan must have influenced Carson's decision. "But to what end? Was his goal to see Jack behind bars or

a well-deserved punch. However, he knew that losing

this situation transformed into a battle of wills between him and Jonathan, Yosef became increasingly determined to prove Jack's innocence and clear

...

Having grabbed a

bodyguards. As soon as they saw Rose, they stepped aside without her even having to explain her

it? You're just letting

was aware that the bodyguards were tasked with preventing anyone from entering the

entry, Ms. Young. Any other individual would

a beat. Trying not to read too much into it, she

opened the

in bed, but it was unoccupied. Startled, she quickly regained her composure and was about to call for the guard

lying on the floor, making her wonder

to help him up. Thankfully, Ezra cooperated, and she got him to sit up.

the bed. His gaze was fixated on Rose's forehead. Thinking that her bangs were in the way, he reached up. Before

words. "It's not your fault... What happened that day was

as simple as an accident. His uncontrollable, ferociously aggressive side had reared its head

Rose said. "You've just woken up. It would be best if you returned to bed, or, at the very least, sat on it. It's better than

Rose was puzzled.

comforting. The coolness against my back clears my mind,"

Rose was rendered speechless.

join me." Ezra patted the floor beside him,

ultimately chose to sit beside him. Observing Ezra's profile, she couldn't help but notice his striking

chalked up their similar appearances to coincidence, never imagining they were actual