Albert still didn’t understand.

“But Mr. Warren, that’s my son. Of course I’m concerned about him. What you’re saying doesn’t feel quite right.”

The chief was starting to lose his patience. He was a police chief, commanding dozens of officers. And now, here he was, arguing with someone over a criminal suspect? If he let this slide, wouldn’t that mean anyone could try to twist his arm in the future? What would be the point of holding this position then?

“That’s enough,” the chief said, his tone tinged with irritation. “Talking to me won’t change anything. This isn’t something I can decide on my own. All I can tell you is your son crossed someone powerful. So you’d better hope for the best.”

With that, the chief was ready to hang up. But Albert panicked and quickly called out, “Mr. Warren, wait–please. Just give me your bank account. I only want to see my son. Is that possible? He’s all alone in a foreign country. I really can’t relax. And besides, nothing’s been formally decided yet, right?”

Hearing that, the chief began to reconsider. The man had a point. After all, things hadn’t reached a final conclusion yet. So why worry too much right now? There was still room to maneuver. And honestly, there were a lot of things beyond his control. What happened next wasn’t entirely on him. His tone softened, no longer as firm as before.

Now that he realized the situation wasn’t completely locked down, he wasn’t in such a rush anymore. And besides, if he could make money from both sides, why not?

“Right, you’ve got a point,” the chief nodded. “I can’t tell you much, but there’s someone powerful behind this. Just watch yourself from now on. And if you really want to see your son, it’s not out of the question. You can send someone over or come yourself.”

Albert frowned. “Can’t we just do a video call?” He wasn’t exactly eager to see Julian right now. That disgrace of a son–after doing something so reckless, he didn’t even have the ability to clean up his own mess? How could someone like that still call himself his son? What a joke.

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Albert had always held Julian to a strict standard. Because he knew full well–if he weren’t strict, Julian wouldn’t amount to anything. And if the boy couldn’t handle pressure now, what would he do when real problems came along? How could someone like that possibly take on the responsibility of the Hayes Enterprises? That was why Albert had never gone easy on him.

Besides, he didn’t have the time to fly all the way over there. Grace was already circling their company like a hawk. If he stayed away too long, what would happen to the business? By the time he rushed back, the company might already be in someone else’s hands. After weighing everything, Albert had come up with this alternative.

But the chief wasn’t having it. “That won’t work.”

Albert was a little annoyed. “Why not? Is this about money? You don’t have to worry about that–I’ll make sure you’re well compensated, I…”

Before he could finish, the chief cut him off. “It’s not about the money. The problem is, Julian’s current condition is unstable. We can’t control him right now.”

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