Chapter 152

The secretary dared only to murmur in agreement. Gareth was consumed with rage over his son being beaten, though not entirely irrational; he still had his wits about him.

Julien wasn’t answering his phone, and the officers from earlier didn’t provide any useful information. All this only confirmed that whoever had laid a hand on Jacob was way out of their league.

Gareth figured it had to be related to the Turner family.

Gareth couldn’t care less. His son had been beaten, and he was going to make them pay.

He, too, was frantically calling every contact, pulling strings to dig up answers.

After returning, Samson went to see Bowen. “Mr. Turner, Jacob’s business isn’t over yet.”

Bowen said coolly. “They think it’s over? Did Lever say they could?”

Samson hissed under his breath, “The Timberlake family’s in for hell this time.”

Aubree was completely unaware of all this.

Aubree quickly put the whole Jacob incident out of her mind after getting home.

“Maybe I should hire a couple of bodyguards myself,” she mused. “Next time I run into that bastard, I’ll have them teach him a lesson before dragging him straight to the police station.”

With the surveillance footage Bowen provided, sorting out the club mess was a breeze. Aubree didn’t beat around the bush–she just released the video straight away.

Now everyone knew Emery had his team openly throw the match just to please Aubree.

The tide of public opinion instantly turned. The key was, Emery didn’t even try to defend himself–he openly admitted, “Yeah, I did it. It was my fault. If you want to blame someone, blame me. Don’t drag anyone else into this!”

Before long, Aubree’s identity was all over the internet.

Quite a few people blasted Aubree as heartless for turning her back on her own family, while those in the know pushed back, revealing the hardships she’d endured with the Wilson family. Soon, a heated flame war broke out online–but Aubree couldn’t be bothered.

The next morning, Jacob woke up in the hospital. The police conducted a routine questioning, but he was evasive, offering no details beyond admitting he’d been beaten.

In the hospital, the moment the police left, Gareth urgently pressed, “Jacob, tell me right now–who did this to you?”

Jacob knew better than to cross Bowen, and the Timberlake family was no match for the Turner family either.

“Dad, just drop it, okay? I’m fine. I got beat up, so what? I’ll heal. The hospital can’t figure out who did it, and the police won’t either. Let’s just let it go, alright?” Jacob said.

He knew he’d crossed Bowen, so he could only chalk it up to bad luck.

Gareth clearly wasn’t about to let this slide. He pressed, “Jacob, tell me. Was the Turner family involved in this?”

Jacob shot him a surprised glance.

That glance was all Gareth needed to confirm his suspicions. “Even if it’s the Turner family–” he said.

The police, who had just left, abruptly returned. An officer announced, “Jacob, we’ve just received a video. You are suspected of sexual misconduct involving a minor. Please cooperate with our investigation. Be aware that every statement you make could be critical evidence in a trial. We expect you to answer all questions truthfully.”

Given that Aubree was still a minor, the police went directly to her home to get her account of what had happened that night.

Aubree gave the police a full account of Jacob’s attempted sexual assault, detailing everything from start to finish.

With irrefutable evidence, Jacob was immediately taken into custody.

No leads had surfaced on who beat him up, but everyone had their suspicions.

Gareth was beside himself with anxiety, desperately pulling every string and calling in every favor to get his son out.

“Chief Rourke, it’s me,” Gareth began, his voice tinged with urgency.

Gareth snapped, “They said not to contact him anymore? Can’t help? No way. Fine, I understand. Thanks for trying.”

Life seemed to have returned to normal.

Aubree maintained her usual routine: school, meals, and, in between, handling affairs for both her company and the esports club.

While Aubree was perfectly fine, someone else had been utterly tormented these past few days.

“How could you come up with this garbage proposal? Get your ass back to the drawing board and start over,” a voice sounded.