Chapter 499: Misunderstanding

Chapter 499: Chapter 499: Misunderstanding

In a business suite at the Sofitel Hotel.

After arranging Lin Ruoxi's accommodation and directing his subordinates to prepare for the upcoming fashion week, Goodman finally found a moment to himself. He entered the room and casually threw his white suit jacket onto the large bed. Then, as if his bones had turned to jelly, he collapsed into a soft leather sofa.

Next to the sofa was a finely crafted wooden coffee table with a lamp that illuminated half the room. The lamp's white shade was spotless.

Goodman closed his eyes to rest for less than a minute before opening them again. In the yellow light, he turned his expressionless face towards the coffee table.

On the table was a file folder with no labels. Goodman picked it up and reopened it, pulling out a few photocopies.

As he held one of the papers, his expression turned grim. It was a photocopy of a marriage certificate, and the photo on it was clear. The woman looked serene and emotionless, while the man had a somewhat comical and nervous grin. It was a photo of Lin Ruoxi and Yang Chen taken when they registered their marriage.

"Lin Ruoxi, do you think I'm a fool? Did you think I wouldn't know about your relationship with that bumpkin if you didn't tell me? Hah, so what if he can kill people? Does he look down on me and humiliate me? Who do you think you are?! A lawyer? Hmph, I will call, but by tomorrow morning, you definitely won't see that lamb skewer seller again."

Goodman's face contorted with anger, his mouth twitching, and his hands trembling as he held the paper. After muttering to himself, he picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Mr. Goodman, it's after office hours," joked a man on the other end of the line.

"Lawyer Charles, a friend of mine was taken to the police station about ten minutes ago. I need you to do something for him," Goodman said coldly, squinting his eyes.

"I knew it wouldn't be good news. But since my employer needs something, I have no choice but to go to the police station. What is your friend's name, and what crime is he accused of?" Charles asked.

"His name is Yang Chen, and he's from China. He's accused of murder," Goodman replied.

Charles was silent for a moment before he chuckled awkwardly, "What an unfortunate fellow. But don't worry, this kind of issue is no problem for Paris's top lawyer, Charles."

The smoothness of the interrogation process made Frodes increasingly suspicious that the situation was not that simple. Due to time constraints, although some unusual details about this Chinese man's background had been discovered, no concrete information had been obtained.

Frodes drummed his fingers on the table for a while before saying, "The kidnappers who died in the warehouse were originally members of a terrorist organization called 'Cerberus'. Each one of them was a battle-hardened soldier. Yet, before they could effectively fire a single shot, they were all killed by bullets to their foreheads and temples, even while wearing helmets. Judging by the scene, it seems this was done in dim lighting. Mr. Yang, if what you say is true, then I have to admit you are a dangerous individual."

Yang Chen shrugged and said, "Perhaps, but what I did should be considered self-defense, and it should be legally justifiable. I believe, Deputy Director, that you won't casually lock me up or execute me on the spot."

Frodes snorted, "Self-defense is a right granted to ordinary citizens. From my perspective, Mr. Yang, you are far from ordinary. I have every reason to suspect that a dangerous person like you might be part of a terrorist organization, even more terrifying than Cerberus."

Yang Chen sighed, realizing that his hope of returning to the hotel to sleep was far from reality. This situation was going to be more troublesome than he thought.

"So, Deputy Director, what do you intend to do?" Yang Chen smiled. "As you said, all this is just suspicion. Even if you detain me, there are time limits. Once my lawyer arrives, none of this unverified information can keep me here. I suggest you release me. After all, I did save quite a few VIPs; that should count as a favor, right?"

Just as Frodes was about to respond, the stout officer, Borton, who had been standing silently by, received a phone call. The ringtone cut through the tension. Borton gave Frodes an apologetic look before answering the call, sternly asking, "What is it? Didn't I tell you I'm interrogating an important suspect?"

"It's like this, Chief Borton. Lawyer Charles from the Gordon Law Firm called. He has important information to provide us about the Chinese suspect," the officer reported.

After hearing this, Borton hung up the phone and immediately relayed the situation to Frodes.

Frodes sighed heavily, looking at Yang Chen with a complex expression. "I didn't expect Mr. Yang's lawyer to arrive so quickly. In that case, let's go out."

Yang Chen, of course, had no objections. He was also surprised that a lawyer had come so quickly. However, the next moment, Yang Chen showed a hint of confusion, turning his head to look at the alloy door behind him.

"Screech—"

The alloy door suddenly opened, and several hurried figures rushed into the interrogation room!