Chapter 209 Prison
This whole situation reminded them of one person—Sophia.
She was the type who loved to slowly reveal evidence, watching others squirm and defend themselves like clowns.
But then, they shook off the thought.
No way, Sophia was dead. They had personally shoved her into the incinerator.
Hestia's face went pale, her lips quivered, but she couldn't get a word out.
The next second, Grant grabbed her arm and yanked her away.
"They're trying to run! Get them!" someone shouted, catching on to their plan.
The place erupted into chaos.
But Dean just stood there, calm as ever, watching them make a break for it, even letting out a yawn.
Grant had been speaking on stage, and he noticed a back door behind him.
He pulled Hestia along, making a dash for it.
His heart was pounding like crazy. They were so close to the door, he reached out his hand. Just a little more...
They could totally escape if they made it!
Grant's face lit up with joy as he flung the door open and rushed out.
But within five seconds, he and Hestia were back, faces pale, retreating silently.
The people chasing them paused, confused; what just happened?
As the two backed into the room, three men in military uniforms and masks walked in.
And the guns in their hands were aimed right at Grant and Hestia's heads.
The leader spoke coldly, "We're international police, conducting an investigation. Hands up."
Having a gun to your head is no joke, and Grant and Hestia had no choice but to comply.
The cops didn't say much, just checked their IDs and slapped on the handcuffs.
These international police always handled the big stuff.
And their presence meant Grant's secret-selling was legit, though who knows how long he'd be locked up.
Dean waved at the backs of the departing police, a little farewell gesture.
Then he turned around with a grin.
He started pulling out the presidium members hiding in the corner one by one. "What are you doing under the table? Is it more comfy down there?"
After tossing them together and seeing them all nervously looking down, Dean couldn't help but tease. "Now you're scared and hiding under the table, but when you took the money, did you ever think this day would come?"
"Dean, it's not like that; our presidium is totally fair and just," someone stammered, trying to defend themselves.
Dean smiled and nodded, "Sure, I believe you, but it's not up to me. The Alliance inspectors will dig into everything."
Hearing that, their faces fell.
The Sword of Damocles inspectors were always upright and top-notch at intelligence.
Under their scrutiny, there was no hiding anything.
Getting caught meant getting kicked out of the Sword of Damocles.
If they had powerful connections, they might survive, but if they did, they wouldn't have done this in the first place.
After that, they'd probably live a life of constant fear and running.
When Dean told Diana about this, it was eight in the evening in the Rainbow Federation.
Diana sat by the door, watching the snow through the window.
Evelyn was nearby, telling stories to the kids.
The snow was getting heavier, and a street lamp lit up the front yard.
Under that light, the falling snow looked like a layer of frosting on a cake.
In the headset, Dean's voice was excited as he recounted the presidium events of the day.
"Sophia! You were incredible! Grant and Hestia were still bickering, but I dropped the evidence bit by bit. When the international police showed up, they were scared out of their minds."
He added, "The rotten apples in the presidium got taken away by the inspectors too, but it doesn't feel satisfying enough. If it were up to me, I'd have taken them out on the spot to feel better."
Diana smiled. She had people around her and couldn't say much, so she just responded with a few simple words.
Dean calmed down and spoke seriously, "Sophia, the presidium is about to be re-elected, and the Alliance has an acting chairman. When are you coming back? Things are almost settled here, I'll come to the Rainbow Federation to find you."
"Okay, it is soon." Diana responded lightly.
Hearing her agreement, Dean's heart raced, and he was almost moved to tears. Although Sophia had a new body, her soul remained unchanged.
Finally, they would meet.
"Mr. Percy!" The bodyguard squatting behind the children exclaimed, interrupting Evelyn's storytelling.
Diana turned around and discreetly hung up the phone.
Charles had only slept for four or five hours, without nightmares or waking up, a rare peaceful sleep.
When he woke up, his head didn't hurt, and his fever had subsided, but his empty stomach still ached faintly.
His clothes were wrinkled from sleep, and his usually neat hair hung over his forehead, slightly poking his eyes.
He frowned slightly, impatiently rubbing his eyes.
The children sitting on the blanket saw him wake up and shouted in unison, "Hello, Diana's boyfriend!"
Diana nearly choked on her own saliva hearing this.
What a strange title!
She stood up and immediately corrected them, "You can't call him that."
"But Ms. Hope said children should be polite." A little girl shook her head, clearly disagreeing with Diana.
The other children nodded in agreement.
A short, muffled laugh suddenly came from the living room.
Diana turned her head in disbelief, looking at Charles.
He actually laughed?
No, that sounded strange. It should be that Charles actually laughed kindly, genuinely amused by these children.
Not only was she shocked, but the bodyguards and Evelyn also had exaggerated expressions.
Seeing everyone looking at him, Charles turned away angrily. His tone was cold, "What are you looking at?"
The children were not frightened by his cold tone, continuing to ask curiously, "If you're not Diana's boyfriend, then what are you?"
"Charles." Diana's head hurt from hearing this title, and she quickly explained.
Fortunately, the children were obedient and soon started chattering, calling him Charles.
Evelyn pursed her lips, afraid Charles would be annoyed by the children, so she picked up the storybook and shook it, "Let's go back to the room to listen to the story."
These children answered in unison, "Okay."
Their attention was immediately drawn to the storybook, and they followed Evelyn into the room one by one.
The living room quieted down, and for a moment, only the crackling of the old-fashioned fireplace could be heard.
Diana and Charles stood in place, looking at each other.
She quickly averted her gaze, preparing to return to her room.
As they passed each other, her wrist was grabbed, and Charles's deep eyes forced her to look at him, "Don't you have anything to say?"
Diana frowned, a bit impatient, "What's there to say?"
Seeing Charles's expression grow darker, she immediately became scared and tentatively said, "I'm going back to my room."
It was clear that her answer did not satisfy Charles. He pinched Diana's cheek with one hand, pulling it slightly outward, looking somewhat comical.
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