Chapter 297

Ralph Thompson, the seventh son of the Thompson family, aspired to be a crime-fighting police officer since childhood. Now, he had fulfilled his dream and had become the captain of the first Criminal Investigation Division in Savrow.

“Yeah, yeah! Beat him to death! Give it to him until he can’t take it anymore!” Ralph’s words also stirred Axel’s emotions. “Can’t you detectives use some unique methods during

interrogation?”

“We prosecutors don’t have that authority. Don’t waste this chance!” Axel said, slamming his fist on the car window.

Asher, on the side, listened with a wry smile.

Wyatt Thompson’s daughters were refined and elegant, like princesses. However, his sons were aggressive and often resorted to brute force. Even more so than him, who had once been on the streets.

The three brothers, working together, left those targeted with only two paths – a dead end or no way out!

Ryan insisted on following him as well. The sports car skidded to a stop at the hospital entrance. Without any

was his only concern and attachment to the Salvador family. His grandfather was the one who truly treated him as a beloved grandson, showering him with genuine care and

“Grandpa, Grandpa…”

like the wind, his hoarse voice

a bench, cradling a sleeping Carrie in her arms. The scene was serene, like a delicately painted oil painting capturing the

were serene and peaceful, emitting a radiant and holy light, though

of guilt and bitterness surged through Justin’s

their gazes meeting like rivers converging. In that brief moment of confusion, a trace of long-lost warmth flickered in her bright eyes, causing a throbbing in the

fleeting. Bella’s gaze toward him

birthday banquet is over, I suppose? Is it right for Mr.

refrained from using foul language, but Justin felt as if he had been stripped naked, publicly humiliated, and subjected to an execution on the

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