Chapter: 182
“Mr. Gardner! Tell me, did you arrest a young man named Dustin Rhys?” Hunter cut right to the chase without wasting a second.
“Oh? Did I? Why is it that I’m not aware of this?” Mr. Gardner questioned. His heart skipped a beat, but he didn’t let it show. He asked, “Mr. Anderson, did something happen?”
“Gardner! Don’t you dare pull tricks on me! Heed my order and release Dustin right this instant! Or else, don’t blame me for cutting you off for good!” Hunter yelled into the phone.
“Mr. Anderson, there must have been a misunderstanding! I don’t know a Dustin at all. How about I look into it for you?” The officer desperately put on an act.
There was no way he would spill the beans on the plan.
“Alright then, you fat bastard. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into! Mark my words–if anything happens to Dustin, you and your whole family will go down with him!” Hunter hung up the phone with a threatening growl:
“Did that old man get up on the wrong side of the bed today?” grumbled Gardner, his displeasure written all over his face.
“Sir, what’s wrong?” the Cobra asked cautiously.
“What’s wrong? Where did you get the guts to ask me that?” Gardner slapped a palm onto the table.
“Didn’t you say the kid had no background? Mr. Anderson just called to speak to me about the fellow! Does that sound like someone with no background to you? Are you deliberately trying to set me up, you motherfucker?!”
Natasha Harmon was already a handful. Now that Hunter Anderson was also in the picture, this was equivalent to stripping him down and tying him to a skewer over an open fire.
“No way! There’s no way that he has relations with Mr. Anderson! I–I really didn’t know about this,” the Cobra stuttered as the color drained from his face.
“Quick, call Duane now. This situation is getting way out of hand. He’ll have to pay me more if he wants this matter settled smoothly,” Gardner ordered.
“Alright, alright. I will call Sir Anderson immediately!”
The Cobra did not hesitate as he dialed Duane’s number. Over the phone, he briefly explained Gardner’s request.
After confirming an affirmative answer, he reported, “Sir, Sir Anderson has agreed to double the price as long as you can get the job done!”
Hearing this, the tense muscles on the inspector’s face finally eased.
*Sir Anderson is truly generous! In that case, I’ll do my very best!” he declared with a smile of contentment. Well, money did do wonders, after all. A middle ground is always more easily reached with a good payout.
Back in the interrogation room, Dustin and Dahlia sat with their backs against each other for warmth.
Such peaceful moments were rare from the moment they were married until their divorce.
No one spoke anything as they remained silent for a while.
“Dustin, do you think we will walk out of here alive?”
Finally, Dahlia broke the silence.
She couldn’t stand the damp and dark surroundings that forced her to think depressive thoughts.
Furthermore, Mr. Gardner wasn’t easy to deal with. Her heart thumped with fear at what would happen to them.