My Stand-In Groom Is A Secret Tycoon by Lydia Pierce

Chapter 137 Chapter

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Ethan strode confidently into the police station, exuding an air of self-importance as he made his way toward Samuel Bell's office. Midway there, a young officer stepped in his path, blocking his advance. "Who are you here to see! You can't just walk in. If you've got business, take it to the waiting room," the officer said, completely oblivious to who Ethan was, as he tried to steer him toward the visitor's area. Ethan's expression darkened. Despite his irritation, he maintained a façade of decorum and replied politely. "I need to see Mr. Bell. I know him well. I used to walk straight into his office without any issues The officer gave him a skeptical once-over as if beginning to recognize him, but his tone remained firm. "I'm sorry, Mr. Bell isn't available to see you today. You'll have to wait outside With that the officer ushered Ethan hack into the main lobby. Several times, Ethan tried to speak, but each attempt was cut off, leaving him to sit- haming, in a cold metal chair in the lobby. He huffed, seething quietly, determined to confront Samuel later and see how that rude officer would account for his behavior. Ethan waited in the police station for over two hours At first, be managed to sit back and pass the time, convinced that the officer would eventually come over to apologize. But as the minutes ticked by.

feeling of unease crept in.

Growing impatient. Ethan began demanding to see Samuel again. Just when he was sure he'd be stonewalled once more, someone finally escorted him into Samuel's office. "Well. Mr. Bell, you certainly keep yourself busy these days. It seems I can hardly get a

a moment with you. Ethan said grandly the moment he entered, using his tone to vent his frustration at being left waiting for so long.

Samuel sat at his desk, looking unruffled, only glancing up with a cool, detached expression. "What can I do for you!"

What s with this ammade. Ethan's heart skipped a beat, suddenly feeling a bit on edge.

Suppressing his temper, Ethan forced himself to remain civil. "I just wanted to check on what sort of trouble Noah's gotten himself into this ume

BANG!

slammed a file onto the desk, the loud thud punctuating his sudden

what your son has done!" he demanded, his voice cold

feigning innocence. "1... I really don't know! He's grown up now. He doesn't tell me everything

stony as he tapped the file again, the sound sharp and icy. "You'd better be truly in the dark, Mr. Wright. Your

prove it. If you're here to bail him out, you

stunned speechless,

Three loves...

always willing to turn a blind eye before?" he wondered, bewildered.

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of Noah's crime and the impossibility of bail, another call came in. He answered only to hear that his eldest son had been caught trafficking drugs at the border and was arrested on the spot Ethan managed to keep himself from lashing out in Sammel's

Sure enough, at soph

voice greeted him, filled with despair. "Mr. Wright, something

growled, barely

office for a surprise

price-fixing and monopolistic

officials showed up