Chapter 8 The Truth Behind The Surveillance Footage

• That stern rebuke shattered all of Lorcan's thoughts of resistance.
• His face was ashen, and with a quivering voice, he confessed, “I don't know the specifics. All I know is that the eldest son of the Yeager family gave me a hundred million to clean up the mess. Surveillance footage, witnesses, evidence... I've had people tamper with all of them.”
• Huxley's eyes narrowed when he heard that. “The Yeager family?”
• The Yeager family was the most prominent family in Quadfield. Not only was it a titan in the business world, but it was also a deeply-rooted powerhouse.
• “What I'm telling you is the absolute truth. For my own safety, I've stored all the evidence in the secret compartment of the third drawer in my office. Feel free to take it!” Lorcan mumbled, his head bowed low.
• Huxley strode over, bending down to open the third drawer. Sure enough, there was indeed a hidden compartment. Inside, he found various items such as mobile phones, hard drives, and some form of certification proof among other things.
• He picked up the pieces of evidence, his breath becoming increasingly rapid.
• Finally, I've found some clues!
• “Can you let us go now?” Lorcan pleaded, his voice quivering. Suddenly, he seemed to have aged by decades. His former vigor vanished, leaving behind only a frail shell.
• “Let them go!” Huxley said and shot his men a glance.
• Only then did Jasper lead the members of the Zander family away.
• Lorcan also rose to his feet tremblingly, intending to leave with them.
• “Where are you going?” Huxley's voice echoed as if it came from the depths of abyss.
• “You...” Lorcan wore a look of bewilderment.
• “After all these years in the underworld, don't you know the rules?” Huxley asked and swiftly tossed his semi-automatic pistol onto the ground.
• A shiver ran through Lorcan's heart, and his aged eyes brimmed with tears as he knelt down to pick up the pistol. His voice choked with emotion as he asked, “Before I do this, may I have the honor of knowing your name?”
• Huxley strode away, leaving behind a suave silhouette and a resonating name as he said, “My name is Dwayne Carrington, and I'm also known as Huxley. I am skilled in medicine, so much that the people of the underworld have described my medical skills as being divine!”
• As these words fell, they struck like a thunderbolt from a great height.
• The words echoed in Lorcan's ears, leaving him stunned for a moment. Suddenly, he let out a bitter laugh. “Hahaha! It's no wonder... Dying by your hand makes my life worthwhile!”
• Once he finished speaking, he unhesitatingly placed the barrel of the gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger.
• Bang!
• Just like that, the formidable titan of Quadfield had died by blowing his brains out.
• His knees were still facing Huxley's retreating figure.
• Inside the luxurious mansion, the DVD player was in operation, and colors slowly began to emerge on the high-definition screen.
• Huxley was seated on the couch, his breaths coming in rapid succession as his gaze remained fixed intently on the screen.
• This was the original hard drive, deemed as crucial evidence, that he had obtained from Lorcan. It was organized and documented everything about the case.
• In the scene, there was a brand new, brightly lit office.
• His wife, Samara Ziegler, was completely engrossed in writing a report.
• Suddenly, the door was flung open with a loud bang, and a tall man in a suit barged in from outside.
• Samara lifted her gaze and looked at the man in the suit, her expression grim. “I'm going to call the police if you keep harassing me like this!” she warned.
• “Do you really think calling the police would do me any harm?” asked the man in the suit, his voice full of arrogance and confidence.
• Samara was somewhat apprehensive, seemingly intimidated by the identity of the man in the suit. In a hushed tone, she asked, “What exactly do you want?”
• At that moment, Huxley hit the pause button, studying the clean-cut face of the man in the suit for a while.
• It wasn't long before he recognized the man.
• It was none other than Florian Yeager, the eldest son of the Yeager family from Quadfield.
• Florian was a scion who was born with a silver spoon. He wielded great power and influence in Quadfield, which was demonstrated by his ability to do anything he wanted.
• Why? Why would Florian, a man of such high status and power, take interest in my wife, who was just an unassuming ordinary employee?
• Huxley pressed the play button, and the screen came to life once again.
• Florian gazed down at his wife, Samara, his face devoid of emotion, as though he was looking at a doll he could play with at his whim. “I told you, you're in luck. One of my esteemed guests has taken a fancy to you. He specifically asked to have a chat and a meal with you. Afterward, he will give you five million,” he said.
• Samara gritted her teeth as she asked, “And what if I refuse?”
• “If you refuse, I can't guarantee that your husband will live through today,” Florian said.
• Upon hearing him mention her husband, the look on Samara's face changed abruptly. “Don't harm him! He's just an innocent man who knows nothing!” she exclaimed anxiously.
• Florian's lips curled up in a smile. “You know, we have a hundred ways to kill him.”
• Samara hesitated for a long while, her lips almost bleeding from the intensity of her bite. Finally, she silently picked up her handbag, got to her feet, and followed Florian out the office.
• At this point, the image on the screen ceased, turning into a shade of dull grey.
• Huxley was in a daze, his heart ached as if being sliced by a knife.
• He never could have imagined that his wife had chosen to throw herself into an abyss of despair, all for the sake of protecting him.
• Enraged, Huxley roared defiantly, “I'm going to tear you into a thousand pieces, Florian!”
• He slammed his palm down on the crystal coffee table before him, which was worth hundreds of thousands.