Douglas's Triumph and Their Regret

Chapter 4

"...I want you to pick him up from the airport and ensure everything is ready for the celebration."

"This alliance with the Drakes is crucial for our family’s future, and I expect you to make an excellent impression.”

Linda’s lips curved into a triumphant smile.

“Don’t worry, Dad. Everything will be perfect."

"Marvin’s arrival marks the beginning of a new era for PortVarter and our family and I can't wait to marry him.”

Governor Clarke chuckled with pride.

He couldn't also wait to see Linda and Marvin get married.

The Drake family was a powerhouse in Sierra.

To Stewart, the Drakes' vast connections and immense wealth were just enough to secure his family's place at the top.

Marvin, their son, also held an esteemed position they believed would elevate them.

Linda’s confidence grew as she imagined her future with Marvin.

To her, Marvin was everything Douglas wasn't; he had wealth, pedigree and power!

She prepared to leave for the airport, already envisioning the life of prestige and power awaiting her.

“Focus on the celebration,” Governor Clarke instructed.

“And remember, this is just the beginning.”

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Meanwhile, at the police station, the air was thick with tension.

The police car pulled up outside, and Douglas stepped out with a calm composure that unnerved the officers trailing behind him.

Unlike the typical demeanour of a criminal, Douglas carried himself with quiet authority, as if he were walking into his own office rather than a police station.

The two uninformed officers exchanged uneasy glances.

The sight of Douglas’s unwavering posture and sharp gaze made them wonder.

Inside the station, Douglas chose a chair in the middle of the lobby and sat down with an air of indifference.

“Bring me the station chief. I’d like to have a word with him,” he instructed the officers.

The two junior officers exchanged glances in disbelief.

How could an ordinary criminal dare demand to see the station chief?

In their experience, arrested individuals begged for leniency or broke under pressure.

But Douglas? He sat there like he owned the place.

One of the officers finally spoke, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“The station chief doesn’t take orders from criminals. You’re in no position to make demands.”

Douglas didn’t react. Instead, he chuckled and spoke firmly.

“Whether you call the chief or not, I have nothing to lose. But trust me, it can't be the same story for you both."

The officers exchanged nervous glances, wondering what audacity Douglas had to command them to do his bidding.

This was more like a threat.

Had Douglas forgotten that he was at their mercy?

Nevertheless, they didn't want to take chances.

Somehow, Douglas's words made them uneasy.

He wasn't acting like a typical criminal.

What if he had some connections they didn't know about? They thought.

Not ready to take chances, they scrambled off to summon the station chief.

Moments later, Chief Nelson hurried into the lobby, wondering who this person was who had requested to see him urgently.

The sight of Douglas sitting in the middle of the room sent a chill down Chief Nelson's spine.

Memories of Douglas’s extraordinary feats in PortVarter rushed back to him at once.

Years ago, Douglas had single-handedly infiltrated Diba Clone’s drug trafficking operations in Grena, one of PortVarter’s most dangerous towns.

That place was a death trap for outsiders, especially law enforcement.

It had claimed the lives of countless undercover agents.

Yet Douglas, against all odds, had emerged victorious.

Not only did he dismantle the drug trade, but he also convinced the town’s leaders to abandon their criminal activities and invest in legitimate businesses.

Even more astonishing was his rescue of a severely wounded undercover agent.

That agent, left for dead in hostile territory, owed his life to Douglas’s bravery and resourcefulness.

All these had made the entire Department of Public Safety in PortVarter in awe of Douglas’s methods, which they saw as miraculous!

Now, that same Douglas sat calmly in his station.

Nelson’s mind raced.

What could possibly bring such an accomplished figure to the station?

“Mr. Garnett,” Nelson greeted, bowing slightly with his voice trembling slightly as he approached.

Douglas’s gaze met his, steady and unreadable.

“Chief Nelson,” he replied, with a polite but firm tone.

Upon seeing Nelson's gesture, the officers who had arrested Douglas were stunned.

Their usually stern chief addressed a criminal with a mix of respect and apprehension.

“I wasn’t expecting you here,” Nelson continued his nerves barely concealed.

“What brings you to the station?”