Brandon went to his house and was really stressed. “Call the IT team. I want to know the members of the Gang, I want to know where Lucy is!” He was ranting and Ellie knew it. No hard feelings. “Ok.” She said and started to make her calls. She called the butler of the Ashford Manor. “Mr. Hartley? Hi!” “Hello, Miss Patterson. How may I assist you?” The butler’s voice echoed on the other side of the line, as politely as ever. “Mr. Hartley, please, I need you IT team working with mine.” She explained the whole situation for him. Of course Harold Hartley was not just any butler. As much as he was old and worked as a mere servant in the eyes of others, he was far more than that. His family has been working for the Ashfords for centuries. Some people are butlers, just butlers, but some are part of one of the four great clans, that give their lives to serve their masters. No, not slaves. They receive a great payment for their services, since they are well trained as fighters, strategis

Andrew could do nothing to take Brandon out of there unless he gathered proof that Friedrich Ashford was not in the place that the tape video showed he was. “I’ll work on it, ok?” He told Brandon, who nodded. “Well, I’ll just wait, then.” Brandon said. “I’ll wait. And you keep looking for Lucy.” “Sure, Mr. Ashford. “With that, the lawyer was gone and Brandon was led to a cell, where he would stay until further notice or, most likely, until trial day. The cell was not terrible, but even if it was, Brandon would not complain. James, on the other hand, was surprised because Brandon said nothing. Normally, if any rich man was put in a cell like that, he would complain nonstop about everything. ‘This man is different, indeed’, he thought.“You’ll stay here until we have an order saying we should release you.” James told Brandon, closing the cell’s door behind the man. “Ok.” Brandon answered. James nodded and walked away, leaving Brandon alone with his own thoughts. “Sir, the owner

Judgment day has finally arrived. Brandon, other than visits from the attorney, was not allowed to speak to anyone else. He only ate what the lawyer brought him. As he hadn't been arrested with a trial, there was no problem with it.James was the one who escorted Brandon out of the police station, where many reporters were already waiting. Many pictures of Brandon were taken, and he kept his expression neutral, even when people other than the media swore at him, wished him dead.He tried not to look, not pay attention to it, but he ended up seeing some of the signs that were there. Apparently, his unblemished reputation was completely ruined.He got into the police vehicle and remained silent, heading to the courthouse. There, once again, the media and many more civilian people with signs and calling for 'justice'.“Mr Ashford, is it true that you kidnapped, raped and killed your girlfriend?”"Mr. Ashford, was your envy for your brother motivated?""Mr Ashford, is it true then that Br

Brandon wasn't taken to talk to the counselor or anything like that. No, he was led straight through a door that opened into a steep and, to put it mildly, insalubrious corridor.There were few cells there, and Brandon was thrown into one of them, brutally to the floor. If he had been less robust, he probably would have been much more injured."Let us now teach the illustrious, magnanimous, almighty Lord Ashford, how troublemakers are treated here." One of the guards said with contempt and he tapped his club in his hand, approaching Brandon.He knew there was no point in complaining or yelling. And much less fight the guards. That would only make them use it as motivation to beat up and do even worse to him, in there, where no one was watching their actions. After the shower of blows Brandon received, the men came out and left him there, bleeding.'Chung-hee, I need to talk to him'...That was Brandon's last thought before he passed out. When he woke up, he had no way of knowing if i

“Friedrich Ashford!” A guard shouted his name from the front of the cell. He had a mocking stare directed to Brandon, as if he knew something big was about to happen, and that was not meant to be for Friedrich’s delight. Brandon turned his head around, still laying on the bed, and faced the guard, sitting up on the bed and then standing. "Yes, sir?" Brandon replied, keeping his voice neutral. “The director wants to have a word with you!” He said. “Now, you twit!” Brandon just nodded and the two men in the cell with him gave the thumbs-up sign, as if giving Friedrich strength. He was not in a good mood, but at least, he would know the face of the man commanding that freak show. The guard opened the cell’s door and Brandon got out, letting himself be handcuffed. He would finally see the director.They walked the halls and several inmates shouted obscenities, including asking for Friedrich to be placed in their cell so they could enjoy his 'his nice round ass'.“We need a lady, here