Chapter 276 Not A Single One Escaped
Skyview had gotten real good at using his money like a pro. In this wild world of capitalism, cash was king, a power that could twist reality to its liking.
Gone were the days of blowing money on flashy stuff. Skyview had found a better way to flex his power, one that just kept growing. His first $100 million had turned into a financial beast, over $1 billion, with access to a mind-blowing $49 billion more. It was almost a joke; the more he tried to spend, the more his wealth ballooned.
Kaelen, too caught up in his own dreams, had totally misjudged Skyview, thinking his careful moves were signs of weakness. Big mistake. In the right hands, money could buy anything: muscle, influence, even the loyalty of those who were supposed to be the good guys.
Hilda, overwhelmed by the full force of Skyview's new power, collapsed. His defiance melted away, replaced by a growing sense of dread.
"Skyview, you'll regret this," John spat, his voice shaking with useless anger. He knew he couldn't stop this, but he couldn't let his grandson face it alone.
"Empty threats from a beaten old man." Skyview shrugged off, turning to a striking female prosecutor next to him. "Brooklyn, shall we proceed with the arrest?"
"Justice will be served, Skyview," Brooklyn replied, her voice cool and professional.
Two young, eager faces stepped forward. Jacob Campbell and Brooklyn Davis, fresh out of law school, were just the kind of ambitious, idealistic prosecutors Skyview needed.
"Hilda Davis," Brooklyn said, her voice flat, "you're being formally charged with conspiracy to commit murder. Please cooperate with our investigation."
"I didn't do anything!" Hilda protested, his voice cracking with fear and anger.
"That's for the courts to decide," Jacob cut in, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Take him away."
Several burly officers moved in, surrounding Hilda. The sight of handcuffs sent a shiver down his spine. He, a Wharton grad, a business big shot, was being treated like a common crook. The irony was almost too much.
Resistance was pointless. The prosecutor's office had the full power of the Golden Valley government behind it, a force even the Davis family couldn't fight. He was trapped, his fate sealed.
With a heavy heart, Hilda extended his hands, submitting to the cold steel that bound him. "You've won, Skyview," Hilda said, a bitter smile twisting his lips. "But this isn't over. It's just the beginning."
"Yep, it sure is," Skyview replied, his voice almost too cheerful. "The beginning of my reign."
Hilda fell silent, staring at the floor. Arguing was pointless. The Davis family had some pull, but not enough to get him out of this mess. The best they could do was make his time inside a bit easier.
"Stay strong, my boy," John choked out, his voice thick with grief.
"I will, Grandpa," Hilda replied, his voice hollow. A genius brought low, his future shattered. Hilda closed his eyes, a single tear tracing a path down his cheek.
Kaelen watched the exchange with a mix of pity and relief. He felt bad for Hilda, but he was just glad it wasn't him in those cuffs.
"John, my condolences," Kaelen said, his voice dripping with fake concern. "This is a tough time for your family. I won't intrude any longer. Rest assured, the Darkmoon family will do everything we can to make sure Hilda gets a fair trial and a lenient sentence. You have my word."
It was a promise driven as much by self-preservation as by compassion. Kaelen needed Hilda to keep quiet. The Darkmoon family had connections, influence in Golden Valley's power circles. They couldn't make the charges vanish, but they could soften the blow.
"Thank you, Kaelen," John said, waving a tired hand. His heart was heavy with grief, his body worn out with age.
Kaelen, with his entourage, turned to leave, eager to get away from the unfolding drama. But as he reached the door, someone stepped in his way, blocking his exit. Brooklyn stood before him, her expression inscrutable.
"What is the meaning of this, Prosecutor Davis?" Kaelen demanded, a hint of panic in his voice. "I'm a citizen of Skyscape City, not under your jurisdiction. This unwarranted detention could be seen as an act of aggression against my nation."
He hoped that pulling the foreign citizenship card would give him some leverage. Foreign nationals, especially from wealthy city-states like Skyscape, usually got some special treatment.
Brooklyn, however, wasn't impressed. "Your citizenship doesn't matter, Mr. Darkmoon," she said calmly. "According to our info, you're also involved in this conspiracy. You need to come with us to help with the investigation."
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