Chapter 625 You Won't Dare!
Constantine was about to blow a gasket, ready to have Ryder dragged off in cuffs. But with all the guests around, he had to keep his cool.
Just then, Brent burst into the wedding reception, followed by a squad of uniformed cops.
Constantine's bodyguards froze, not daring to make a move against law enforcement. They stepped aside, letting Brent and his team through.
"Perfect timing," Ryder said with relief. "I was getting tired of Constantine's nonsense." This was the perfect moment to take Constantine down!
"You're here! Arrest Ryder for slander right now," Constantine barked, thinking the police were on his side.
"Hold up, Constantine!" Brent brought forward a woman and child, along with a paper marked with a bloody handprint. "Do you recognize these two?"
"I don't know them," Constantine lied, genuinely not recognizing them but sensing trouble. Given the woman's look, she wasn't his type anyway.
Brent's eyes narrowed. "Even if you don't know them, you surely recognize this $800,000 check. You not only framed your driver but also pocketed the money he earned by sacrificing his freedom. Are you even human?"
"What driver? What are you talking about?" Constantine played dumb.
"Still pretending?" Brent clenched his jaw. "Fine, I'll lay it out for you!"
Brent revealed the entire sordid story:
Three years ago, the Young family orchestrated the arson at Rigal District Stadium to frame the Wallace family, with Lester as the scapegoat. When Lester discovered the plot and confronted Constantine, Constantine drugged and strangled him to death.
Fearing exposure, the Young family coerced a terminally ill driver to take the fall. They promised him $800,000 for his family—his daughter needed treatment for polio—but after his death in prison (poisoned by bribed staff), they never paid.
To convince the driver, Constantine had written a check with his signature and fingerprint—the very evidence Brent now held. The woman and child were the driver's widow and daughter, who had retreated to their hometown, powerless against the Young family.
Brent had visited them personally, finally managing to pursuade them to seek revenge.
"What does this check have to do with me?" Constantine continued denying everything.
"This bloody handprint matches your fingerprint. We've verified it," Brent declared. "You never expected that your signature and fingerprint, meant to reassure the driver, would become evidence of your crime!"
Constantine still tried to brush everything off.
Brent insisted that today, Constantine must face justice for his crimes.
"Constantine, with the video evidence, these two witnesses' testimony, and this worthless check—we have all we need to convict you," Brent said calmly.
The guests, seeing how things had unfolded, were utterly disgusted by the Young family's actions and Constantine's behavior.
"How despicable! That driver went to prison for his daughter's medical bills, and Constantine wouldn't even pay him what he promised. What a monster!" one guest muttered.
"No wonder the Young family is falling. With someone like him at the helm, their downfall was inevitable."
"I always suspected the Young family had become corrupt, but I never imagined it would come to this. They deserve everything coming to them!"
The crowd of guests turned against Constantine completely. Some who had previously been wronged by the Young family were now openly reveling in their downfall.
Despite the mounting evidence, Constantine maintained his composed façade.
Brent's eyes welled with tears as he continued, "Constantine, you still don't believe it, do you? But don't worry—we have even more concrete evidence, thanks to my poor deceased father!"
"Ridiculous," Constantine scoffed. "Your father died and was cremated in prison. What evidence could he possibly have provided?"
Constantine remained steadfast in his denial, insisting he hadn't killed anyone.
When Constantine still tried to brush it off, Brent delivered the knockout evidence:
"Do you remember the 'drunk driver car crash' involving your family? The car supposedly swept into Elmrest River?" Brent asked, his voice thick with emotion.
The crowd was confused. After all, countless car accidents happened everywhere.
"That car wasn't swept away—it was stuck at the riverbed. We retrieved it yesterday. DNA tests confirmed the remains were my father, Lester. The autopsy showed he was drugged and strangled."
The crowd gasped. This irrefutable evidence proved Constantine had murdered Lester and framed the driver.
The lead officer stepped forward, slapping handcuffs on Constantine. "You're under arrest for murder, with two counts against you!"
They continued listing his crimes: "We also found evidence of serious tax evasion by your Young Group. Given the severity, we've been authorized to arrest you immediately!"
Constantine stood in disbelief. The tax evasion had been to fund the struggling Treasure Hunt App, which was competing with GoldenEagle APP. Without a complete logistics chain, their costs were double, and the Young family didn't have enough funds.
As reality sank in, Constantine glared at Ryder, finally understanding. Ryder had orchestrated everything—from the Rigal District Stadium incident to the app launch—to ensure the Young family's downfall in Aurora City.
In a last desperate attempt, Constantine whispered, "Ryder, enough is enough. The Young family won't go down easily. You can't afford to offend the Jones family from Capital City. You won't dare!"
Ryder, completely unfazed, leaned in closer. "I heard you spent some time in Capital City when you were younger? Then you must have heard of John, right?"
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