Snowman slid into his sporty car. He hadn’t driven this car in a long time because he didn’t think the criminal he had single-handedly caught were worth it. But for this ex-convict, it was a definite thingy for him to use the car once again.This car, the one he customized from years back. The one that could speed faster than the average sporty car used in a car race. The one with four nitr installed in it?He pressed the start button of the car and heard it roared to life. The roar-ness of the car was what always gave him a thrill. He smiled.“Now, let's dance.” he said.As he said this, he put his gear into a reverse and accelerated backwards from the driveway.Judging from how long experienced the car itself was with Snowman, to enjoy driving the car well enough he made it a manual-handed car.Then he shifted the gear once he was out of the driveway. He pressed his left leg on the clutch and simultaneously pressed his leg on the acceleration as he removed his left from the clutch.

Snowman had worn a boot that easily concealed everything he had to carry to do his job well done. And even when he pulled out the cuff from his boot, he had not felt as if he was carrying a weight in his boot before. The design was impeccable—slim, secure, and reliable. It was one of those tools he never left behind. He had worn it for years, like a silent partner that never failed him in the field.Right as he cuffed Paul, he pushed him into his sporty car and cuffed him to the rear seat restraint anchor so that while he drove, he would not be able to move or escape. The car's tinted windows shielded the scene from the outside world, ensuring that Paul’s brief attempts at resistance went unnoticed.Snowman knew this was only the beginning. The journey ahead was going to take unexpected turns, but his path was clear for now. Without wasting a second, he shifted gears and drove to the Senate building, determination etched into his expression. He had a task, and he never failed his missi

“I didn’t do anything wrong!” Paul protested. His voice was lower now—strained and desperate. Even in the other room, Snowman smirked as he dipped his hand into his pocket and brought out a cigar.He lit it slowly, taking a drag with casual amusement. Did Paul really think they were fools? That they would arrest someone without already having concrete intel on him?Inside the room, Robert mirrored that same smirk.“You did nothing wrong, huh?” he said mockingly, arms crossed as he leaned slightly forward.Paul didn’t respond. He only locked eyes with Robert, trying not to show weakness.“Since you did nothing wrong,” Robert continued, pacing a bit, “then I suppose the prostitute you were with a few days ago—parading yourselves as senators from Norway Bradad—must have done something wrong all by herself, right?”“You’re not involved in anything... right?”Paul’s heart dropped instantly. Just the mention of Delilah in such a subtle but calculated way sent a cold wave through his spine.

Chief Justice Alaric Vennor had been studying the video they sent to him of Morries for days now.Though he knew Morries couldn’t be a person like this, he had to put his understanding of him aside and do his job without emotions.The video was clear and bold enough. It was Morries’ face in the video. And so, therefore, he must now take action.Initially, he considered calling Morries on the side and asking him personally about this. But doing that was already adding emotions—and this was against the oath he swore to justice when he assumed the position of Chief Justice of the Supreme Court of Velmoria.So, without hesitation, he followed due process. He summoned the court and invited Morries on the order of the court, just as it should be—irrespective of the person involved.Meanwhile, Morries received his court invitation. He frowned as he opened the letter and read it.At that moment, it felt like he didn’t know what was happening any longer. Was it really him the Supreme Court had

"I killed my ally, Your Honor," Paul declared, and everyone’s jaw dropped to the ground. The courtroom fell into a stunned silence. It was rare — almost unheard of — for anyone to confess to something so grave, so openly.Not only had this criminal admitted to being hired by another senator to set up the Senate President, but now he had confessed to murder as well?Alaric, the presiding judge, leaned forward slightly, intrigued. "And why did you kill him or her?" he asked. He gazed more intently at Paul, sensing that this case had taken a darker, unexpected twist. With every word Paul uttered, the courtroom edged closer to disbelief.As someone known for his unshakable sense of justice, Alaric had built a reputation for ensuring murderers never walked free. To him, anyone who committed murder was a murderer — no excuses, no exceptions. And now, not only had this man admitted to murder, but also to framing the Senate President. Two high-profile crimes in a single confession.Paul clea