Chapter 470
The journey to the detention center had been rough. Aubree’s wrists ached from the tight cuffs, and the throbbing pain from the "special" treatment she’d received during transport made every movement excruciating.
“What’s wrong with you?” Oliver noticed how unnaturally pale Aubree’s face was.
She let out a bitter laugh. “Spare me the act, Mr. Lawson. You know exactly what’s wrong. Your men made sure of that.”
She figured it was all Oliver’s doing.
Oliver understood instantly. The arrest had been carried out under his command, and the people carrying it out probably thought she’d pissed him off. To them, she was just a businesswoman, so they likely tried to curry favor with him by making things extra tough for her behind his back.
“What are you doing?” Aubree snapped.
She was startled as Oliver suddenly grabbed the hem of her shirt. ‘All I did was throw a bit of sarcasm at him. Is he really going to take it this far?’
“No, wait…” The fabric slid up slightly, revealing mottled bruises along her ribs.
“Even under arrest, this kind of ‘interrogation’ is a violation of protocol!” Aubree said. “I want my lawyer.”
Oliver jerked his hand back, guilt flashing in his eyes. “I didn’t order this. I was just checking your injuries.”
Aubree had been here for quite some time now, and it was almost midnight. Despite GrabCheap’s efforts, the online controversy still raged unchecked. Oliver unlocked her handcuffs. “You can sit comfortably, but I can’t release you yet.”
‘It wasn’t him?’ Aubree thought, surprised.
She studied him. ‘So, Oliver wasn’t cut from the same cloth as his cousin, Elizabeth. Interesting.’
“Thanks, but I don’t need your permission to leave,” she said, stretching lazily. “You’ve released my assistant, right? They should be here any minute.”
‘What does that mean?’ Oliver wondered.
As far as Oliver knew, Aubree was just a promising newcomer. He’d only just been transferred to Rithol City, and Elizabeth had come to him for help to keep Aubree under control.
So, where did this unshakable confidence come from?
“You really don’t take the Lawson family seriously, do you?” Oliver said coldly. He was determined to keep Aubree in custody. He wanted to see who could let her go.
Oliver watched as a smirk tugged at Aubree’s lips, her whole attitude screaming defiance like she had nothing to fear. For some reason, that really ticked him off.
‘How dare she dismiss me like this? I’m a major. Does she really think she can just treat me like I’m nobody?’ Oliver thought.
Wherever he went, whether on official business or facilitating matters for the Lawson Group, people showed him respect.
The Lawson name could crush even billion-dollar corporations without strong backing. It was only a matter of resources.
If not for Elizabeth insisting they wait for the Wilsons to intervene, he would’ve…
“The Lawsons?” Aubree chuckled. “In Rithol, they’re hardly the powerhouse you think. You should worry more about explaining those interrogation ‘techniques’ to the press. I’ll be getting a full medical examination the moment I’m out.”
Oliver’s voice turned cold. “You’re threatening me right now? Aren’t you afraid of what I might do to you?”
“My, what an impressive display of authority, Major Lawson!”
“Aubree!”
Just as Oliver’s warning left his mouth, suddenly several voices called out, coming straight toward the interrogation room.
Next came a rush of hurried footsteps.
The door to the interrogation room was thrown open, and Oliver turned to see two younger guys supporting an old man with gray hair but still full of energy, with a middle-aged man in military uniform following behind.
“Who are you? How dare you barge into the interrogation room?” Oliver snapped.
Lawson boy, huh? The old man, supported by Bowen and Mark, gently pushed them aside and leaned on his cane. His sharp gaze landed directly on Oliver, making him involuntarily shiver.