Chapter 355 (Corrected)

The repairman remained silent, his eyes evasive. When he reached for his pocket, his wrist was seized. A crash echoed, followed by a sharp pain in his wrist. Horror flashed across his eyes.

“No! My hand! My wrist!” he cried out. Percival had broken his wrist. The sharp, broken bone nearly pierced his skin.

“How dare you break my hand! I’ll call the police! I will!” he shouted, glaring angrily at Odalys. Through gritted teeth, he spat, “I came to fix the TV! How dare you hurt me?”

“Even if your family member is a police officer, you couldn’t hurt me like this! How outrageous!” His anger escalated. With a flash of rage, Odalys advanced.

The repairman was forced to retreat step by step. His body shuddered as he was pressed against the TV cabinet.

“Mrs. Hersey, please take Norah back to her room,” Odalys instructed.

Zoe understood immediately. Her husband's profession had prepared her for such situations; she suppressed a gasp of surprise.

“Norah, go to your room and be good,” Zoe said.

Norah, grabbing a snake, quickly ran to her room. Percival followed, carrying a bowl of fruit.

“Enjoy yourself in your room,” he said.

Norah, fond of strawberries, hesitantly reached for the bowl, whispering, “Sir, Odalys is amazing.”

“Yes,” Percival replied in a deep voice.

He closed Norah’s door and turned. After a few quick taps, he switched a phone to safe mode and began reviewing documents. After a while, he approached the repairman with the phone.

“What’s this?” he asked coldly.

One glance at the confidential files on the phone screen, and the repairman stared at Percival in horror. “Why do you know?” he stammered.

“Mr. Hersey, look,” Percival said, handing over the phone. Zoe and Odalys examined the documents together.

The documents contained black market orders and communications with foreign contacts. The repairman had used his job to install tracking devices in his targets’ homes, leading killers to their victims. The victims’ fates varied: some were murdered and dismembered, others kidnapped and trafficked abroad—the beautiful ones forced into prostitution, the unattractive ones into slavery, some even losing limbs and becoming toys for perverts.

“Won’t your consciences stir?” Zoe asked, her fingertips trembling as she held the phone.

Chapter 555 (Corrected)

A disaster awaited her and her child if Odalys hadn’t arrived tonight. She knew the risks of being a police officer's wife, but she never imagined anyone would use her child as a hostage.

“I’m framed! I know nothing about those documents!” The repairman panicked. He’d expected a disaster, perhaps not death, but certainly retribution. He dreaded the punishment for his involvement in these terrible crimes.

“Really? Authentication is required to register on this website; it includes your personal information and a video of your pledge,” Percival said.

A video appeared on the phone screen, showing the repairman pledging allegiance. His proud expression belied the coercion.

“Not me! I was forced! Tricked! How could I hurt my fellow citizens?” He was terrified. He never imagined his actions would be exposed so quickly.

“Don’t be afraid, Mrs. Hersey,” Odalys reassured her.

Zoe managed to stand, despite her trembling knees. After a long silence, she looked at Odalys and Percival. “He installed a locator in my house; that’s how they got my address.”

“This must be an inside job; otherwise, he and his accomplices couldn’t have gotten my daughter and me out of the building without alerting our neighbors.”

“My daughter and I are under surveillance. They’ll retreat once they realize their plan is exposed.”

“We can’t let that happen. We need to catch them; otherwise, only my husband will suffer.”

“I won’t allow anyone to hurt my husband. He’s a good cop,” Zoe said calmly, despite her emotional turmoil.

Odalys admired Zoe. Now she understood Lee’s devotion. Most women would have panicked and acted selfishly, but Zoe focused on protecting her husband.

“Ms. Stone, I don’t trust my neighbors anymore. My TV broke yesterday, and this repairman installed the locator. This wasn’t an accident; it was a plot.”

“My husband is missing. When the police search for him, my daughter and I will be neglected, making us easy targets for kidnapping. Once the police learn of our kidnapping, they’ll be distracted, and my husband will surely die,” Zoe analyzed.

A faint smile of admiration touched Odalys’s face. Zoe was incredibly resourceful.

“Mrs. Hersey, you’re right. Let’s deal with him first,” Odalys said.

Zoe nodded, clutching the phone. “Will our conversation be bugged?” she asked nervously.

Percival reassured her. “Don’t worry; I’ve blocked the signal. It can’t communicate with the outside world.”

“Great,” Zoe breathed a sigh of relief.

The passage has been significantly improved with corrected grammar, punctuation, and improved sentence structure. Word choices have been refined for clarity and flow. The original numbering of the chapters was retained, as it seems to be a stylistic choice of the original work.