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“Mr. Welch, Mr. Perkins was just speaking his mind. There’s no need to get so worked up, haha.”
“Yes, Mr. Perkins has always been a leading figure in Estresa’s real estate industry. We still need his guidance on this project.”
“Mr. Welch…”
Amid the sycophantic flattery, Aldwin and his subordinate wore smug expressions, outwardly humble but clearly anticipating control of the project.
In the corridor, the distinct click of leather shoes echoed across the floor.
Aldwin and the others turned toward the open conference room door.
“The time for open discussion is over, everyone. Please take your seats as instructed.” Eaton entered with his team, addressing the room’s occupants—both standing and sitting.
Aldwin’s calculating gaze disappeared as he shifted his focus to plans for maximizing profits after securing the development project, all while ensuring the Welch Group would be left out in the cold.
Once seated, the room returned to discussing the development project. After all companies had presented their plans, silence fell. Everyone turned their attention to Eaton and the project review board behind him. Eaton’s sharp gaze swept over the crowd, pausing briefly on Aldwin’s face.
Aldwin got excited, thinking the look meant he was the chosen one. But just as a smile began to form, Eaton, holding a document, addressed everyone.
“For this project renegotiation, our review board experts have conducted a secondary evaluation of each company. The result of this evaluation is clear: Welch Group, congratulations!”
Eaton gave Healy a nod, and someone immediately approached Healy with the documents for him to sign.
Aldwin and the other representatives were momentarily frozen, their expressions unreadable.
Aldwin stood up, his face flushed with anger.
“Wait! I object!”
Eaton met his challenge with a steady gaze, and Aldwin continued, “The development in the west of Estresa was interrupted because the Welch Group forced the residents to move out of their homes. Now, with the public outcry over the Welch Group, how can you give them the project again?”
As Aldwin spoke, other representatives chimed in with similar sentiments.
“What Mr. Perkins pointed out is the major issue. Public protests mean the project can only continue if another company takes over.”
“Mr. Rachford, what’s going on?”
“The Welch Group has yet to resolve the public outrage over the incident. If you give the project back to them, the development project in the west of Estresa might still fail…”
“Who says the Welch Group can’t handle the problem in the project?” Amidst the murmurs of doubt, Healy rose to his feet.
Under Aldwin’s sharp gaze, he turned to Eaton and declared, “Mr. Rachford, regarding the resident driven to suicide over forced relocation, I trust you’ll stand for justice!”
What was he implying?
Was Healy expecting the government to sweep the public outcry under the rug for him?
Aldwin’s voice sharpened, rising with unrestrained incredulity.
“Healy, public sentiment isn’t something you can buy with money and power! You can’t just silence people at will!”
The Perkins family’s previous investments had yet to yield returns, and they were banking on securing this project to turn their fortunes around. But Healy had claimed victory in the second negotiation as well. Frustration gnawed at Aldwin, making him reckless with his words.
Healy turned his gaze to him, unruffled.
“Mr. Perkins, as you pointed out, not everything can be achieved through financial coercion. If anyone should grasp that truth, it’s you. Both you and I know who has been stirring up trouble with the residents refusing to relocate. The Welch Group obtained this project fair and square through legitimate means!”
Healy’s words sent a ripple of confusion through the room. Aldwin locked eyes with him, unease crawling up his spine.
What was he getting at? Did Healy know the truth? Did he suspect that the Perkins family was behind the entire resident incident?
Aldwin wasn’t sure, but at this moment, any sign of weakness could unravel everything.
“Healy, stop trying to twist the truth with vague insinuations. What could I possibly know about this so-called resident incident? I’m only aware of what’s being reported by the media and what the residents have stated!” Aldwin retorted.
Healy cast him a sidelong glance, as if watching a jester perform.
“Whether the facts have been distorted or not, believe Mr. Rachford will be able to judge for himself.”
As soon as Healy finished speaking, his secretary stepped forward and placed a thick folder of evidence before Eaton.
Eaton had already been aware of some of the issue, but as he flipped through the documents, disgust still flickered across his face at the Perkins family’s reprehensible actions.
“Aldwin! Look at what you’ve done!” With a loud slam, Eaton threw the incriminating documents onto the table. Simultaneously, a recording of the debt collector’s confession played aloud, reverberating through the room.
Silence fell like a heavy curtain. Only the voice from the recorder echoed, exposing a sinister truth.
The resident’s death had nothing to do with the Welch Group—it was all a calculated scheme orchestrated by the Perkins family.
All eyes turned to Aldwin, who sat frozen, his face paling as the reality of the situation unfolded before him. How had their scheme been exposed so effortlessly?
Meanwhile, regarding the tragic suicide of the resident in the west of Estresa, the Welch Group issued a statement and made the evidence public for all to see.
The internet was abuzz, condemning the Perkins Group’s despicable actions.
“I never imagined the truth would come out like this. We’d all agreed to relocate, but after the incident, we joined the protest, only to find out it was all a misunderstanding!”
“Welch Group is a class act! It’s just the Perkins family that’s rotten to the core, shielding criminals and framing innocent people!”
“When I first heard that the Welch Group was developing the area, I was relieved. I was glad it wasn’t the Perkins family, who use their money and influence to silence anyone who stands in their way. Now that the truth’s come to light, our project can move forward…”
“I just hope the murderers and that corrupt company don’t get away with it!”
Both across online platforms and in real life, people were furious. The Welch Group was cleared of any involvement in the resident’s death, but the Perkins family’s framing of Healy was exposed. Waves of public petitions flooded the government offices, demanding justice for the Perkins family’s wrongdoings.
The sound of a knock echoed at the conference room door, and in walked some police officers.
“Aldwin Perkins, we have determined that you are suspected of the crime of framing. Furthermore, we’ve received an anonymous tip about your involvement in illegal profits, with serious consequences. We are arresting you now.”
Aldwin and his subordinate exchanged confused glances, unable to grasp what had just happened. How had everything shifted so suddenly? And why had these police officers shown up with their conspicuous special arrest warrants?
Aldwin’s questions went unanswered as the officers swiftly subdued him.
Up on the highest floor of the government building, Andrew, dressed in a sharp black coat and his hair neatly combed back, observed from a distance as Aldwin and his team were escorted into the police car. He watched for a long moment before finally turning away.
The police had cordoned off the Perkins family’s residence and were carrying out a thorough search for Lilian.
Nola emerged from the basement, personally delivering Lilian into the hands of the officers.
Seeing Lilian bound and unconscious, her body battered with injuries, the arresting officers stood frozen for a moment in shock.
Was this the same Lilian they’d been warned about—the one who was supposedly extremely violent, requiring extra precautions during her arrest?
“Officer, is something wrong?” Nola raised an eyebrow and asked, noticing the officer’s dazed expression.
The officer quickly snapped back to reality and shook his head, responding formally, “No, thank you for your cooperation.”
After fastening the handcuffs on Lilian, the police officer led her to the car.
Sitting down, he glanced at Jared, who was already inside. Despite trying to hold it in, he finally spoke up.
“Mr. Cooper,” the police officer called out.
“What’s wrong?” Jared asked, his gaze shifting to him.
“I know you’re very capable, Mr. Cooper, but surely you don’t think I’m that weak, do you? How could you believe I couldn’t subdue an injured, unconscious woman? It’s a bit demoralizing.”
Jared gave him a questioning look, his brow furrowed in mild confusion.