Chapter 496 A Pleasant Surprise Indeed
"Alright, Ms. Kate, alright, Ms. Kate." Emma's shout sent the man scurrying away in a hurry.
After he left, Emma smashed several more teacups, but it did nothing to ease her frustration.
She thought about it and decided she couldn't keep this anger bottled up; she needed to let it out.
Starhaven, the Manners family residence.
Clara woke up from a nightmare, drenched in sweat.
The first thing she did was check the time. Then she got out of bed, debating whether to call Desmond first or find Lucas to confirm their return to Luminous City.
After all, today was the last day of the deadline Desmond had given her.
But the day had just begun, and Dylan had returned last night. They were just waiting for Lucas to come back so they could finalize their plan to return to Luminous City.
As she hesitated, her phone rang.
She picked it up and froze.
It was Ryan calling.
Clara instinctively wanted to ignore it.
After all, she had deleted all her photos from Ryan's phone last night. Whatever happened to Ryan today was none of her business!
Besides, shouldn't Ryan be busy kidnapping Katniss right now?
Ryan had boasted to her last night that he would succeed in kidnapping Katniss this time.
Thinking of Ryan's confident words, Clara hesitated but answered the call.
She wanted to see Katniss in a miserable state.
As soon as she picked up, Ryan's voice came through, "Clara, you need to come to the police station we went to last time."
Clara was stunned and almost hung up.
How could she forget?
Even if Ryan did manage to kidnap Katniss, he probably wouldn't get away with it. She shouldn't be getting involved with Ryan right now!
But she didn't need to tell Ryan that directly, to avoid him saying anything that could implicate her.
"I understand," Clara replied as calmly as she could, without making any promises.
Ryan, thinking Clara was coming, felt relieved.
Seeing the police still watching him, he didn't say much more and just urged, "Hurry up," before hanging up.
After the call ended, Ryan asked the officer watching him, "Sir, this isn't a big deal, right?"
He had been arrested before, but Clara had bailed him out. That's why he requested to contact Clara before any formal charges were made.
He thought it wouldn't be a big deal this time either.
After all, he hadn't even touched Katniss.
The officer looked at him expressionlessly. "You think this isn't serious? You don't seem to realize the gravity of the situation."
"What?" Ryan was confused.
The officer took his phone and pointed behind him. "You've made your call. Now go sit with the others."
He pointed to a group of people, all looking battered and tied together with ropes.
"Yes, sir." Ryan didn't dare argue and quickly joined the group, trying to smile.
But the officer's look made him uneasy.
He couldn't shake the feeling that something was different this time.
He soon found out he was right.
When the officer brought out several bags of white crystalline substances, Ryan's heart sank.
"Whose are these?" the officer asked.
Everyone looked up. Ryan shook his head instinctively.
But someone nearby spoke up, "They're Mr. Martin's."
Ryan's face turned pale. "They're not mine, they're not mine."
Even without much knowledge, he could tell from the officer's serious demeanor and the way he handled the bags with gloves that these were drugs.
He kept denying it, grabbing the man's collar. "What are you talking about? Are they yours? Why are you lying?"
The man winced in pain but insisted, "Mr. Martin, I saw them fall from your pocket."
Others chimed in, "They must be Mr. Martin's. No one else here could afford that much."
It was like they were spelling it out.
Ryan felt dizzy, shouting, "You're framing me!"
But he knew it was useless. He quickly said, "Sir, believe me, they're not mine. You can test my blood. I've never touched this stuff before!"
The officer glanced at him and the others. "Don't worry, the bags have fingerprints. We've already lifted them. Now we need each of you to provide your fingerprints for comparison."
Hearing that, Ryan sighed in relief. "I'll go first!"
He wanted nothing to do with this. Just looking at the amount, he knew it could mean at least ten years in prison.
They all provided their fingerprints, and the experts began the comparison.
The result shocked Ryan.
When he was taken out alone, his nerves were on edge.
He kept telling himself it was because Clara had arrived to bail him out.
But as he was led into a more secure and isolated cell, his hope faded.
When the officer left, Ryan's mental defenses crumbled. He grabbed the bars and asked, "Why am I being kept here alone?"
"The fingerprints on the bags match yours. Wait here for further questioning," the officer said before leaving, ignoring Ryan's desperate shouts.
"It's not mine! It's not mine!" Ryan yelled.
The officer paused. "Someone will come to question you. You can protest then, but the fingerprints match yours."
With that, he left, ignoring Ryan's pleas.
Outside, the officer saw a well-dressed man waiting.
It was Patrick who had been cooperating with the investigation.
"Mr. Reynolds, this case is more than just kidnapping or fighting. We found drugs in Ryan's car, so his sentence will be different."
Patrick smiled. "That's a pleasant surprise. My client wouldn't want him out causing trouble again."
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