Chapter 57 Destroying Step by Step
Maggie truly couldn't remember doing anything that could have sparked such fury.
Samwise strode into the police station. Being both the complainant and the victim, he had easy access.
Meanwhile, Maggie was stopped outside and informed that Fiorello couldn't be bailed out.
Standing before the closed doors of the station, a sense of helplessness overwhelmed Maggie.
For someone like her, a small fry, if she really got entangled in an incident, she felt utterly powerless.
She had no money, no influence, just as Samwise had said, even if it came to a lawsuit, she wasn't sure she could last.
At that moment, Maggie thought of Eleanor. Eleanor could afford a house in the affluent neighborhood of Cityhomes West and was a distant relative of Fiorello. Perhaps she could pull some strings for Fiorello.
With that thought, Maggie hurried back to Cityhomes West to find Eleanor.
Just as she left, a convoy of luxury cars drove up from the opposite direction, stopping in an orderly fashion outside the police station.
Out stepped Holden.
Upon learning that Fiorello had been taken away by the police, he immediately brought people with him to the station.
The CEO of Visionary Futures Group, having landed himself in a police station for assault, became the source of an embarrassing rumor.
Holden, surrounded by a dozen bodyguards and his personal lawyer, made a beeline for the interior of the police station.
Their presence was so commanding that even the officers inside found themselves taken aback.
Samwise, having finished giving his statement, walked out of the questioning room only to see the imposing group in the lobby. A sense of foreboding immediately washed over him.
Holden caught sight of Samwise and shot him a glance that made Samwise's heart skip a beat.
At that moment, a police officer informed Samwise, "You can go now."
"Yes," Samwise replied, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. He took one last look at Holden and the entourage and made his exit. Given the formidable appearance of Flores's group, Samwise didn't dare inquire who they were or why they were at the station.
As Samwise walked out of the police station, he looked confident, certain in his plans to see Fiorello behind bars and force Maggie to regret her decisions and come begging to him once more.
Meanwhile, Holden was rushing to bail someone out, and Maggie was desperately pulling strings for help. However, Fiorello, was calmly sipping coffee in the chief's office.
The chief, having finished his break, hurried over to the station upon hearing that the head of the Flores family had been brought into his jurisdiction.
After understanding the situation, the chief immediately assured Fiorello, "Mr. Flores, this is a misunderstanding. My men were blind to whom they were dealing with. I'll have them write a report of self-critique."
"They were just doing their job," Fiorello said gravely. "I apologize for the trouble caused."
"No need for apologies, it is my duty," the chief replied, flattered.
Then a police officer entered, "Sir, Mr. Flores, I've sent Samwise on his way."
The chief looked at Fiorello, awaiting further instructions.
It was too late now, and Fiorello stood up to leave, expressing his thanks for the day's hospitality. "Thanks for the coffee," he said, with no intention of using his influence to keep Samwise at the police station.
Destroying Samwise's most prized possession was a more potent lesson than murder itself.
The chief rose too, responding with a polite, "You're very welcome, Mr. Flores."
As the chief escorted Fiorello to the exit, Holden saw him emerge and approached, saying, "Fiorello."
The dozen bodyguards also chimed in unison, "Mr. Flores."
Fiorello frowned at the sight of Holden with such an entourage. "Go back," he ordered coldly.
As Fiorello strode forward, his entourage of bodyguards followed, their presence formidable.
The chief accompanied Fiorello all the way to the station’s entrance.
He respectfully to the side, watching Fiorello get into his car before wiping the sweat from his brow in relief.
Standing nearby, the station chief also let out a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness the Flores family didn't blame us," he muttered.
The chief scolded him, "Use your head next time, and don't make me clean up your messes."
"Yes, yes, of course, sir. But what about this case?" the station chief asked with a hint of urgency.
"What kind of case is this? That guy Samwise Gamgee pulling a stunt like that, he's got some nerve calling the cops. Losing a tooth is considered a second-degree injury?" The chief said dismissively, "Drop the case."
"Yes, yes, of course."
...
Fiorello sat in his limited-edition Rolls-Royce, his expression cool and stern.
"Fiorello, who was the blind fool that got you sent in?" Holden suddenly remembered seeing Samwise in the lobby and asked, "Was it that guy who just left the station?"
Fiorello ignored Holden, taking out his phone to make a call. "Before dawn, I want to see Samwise’s law firm disappear from the capital."
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