Get Ready For Allvar Falck's Ruthless Return

A Thief?

11

Allvar’s fingers itched to tighten into fists, but he kept his expression neutral as the accusations flew at him from every direction.

The bar had fallen into a tense, anticipatory silence, with everyone waiting for his reaction. Serena’s lover, eyes gleaming with malice, leaned forward and laughed darkly.

“You’re not getting away with this, man. No way in hell you paid for all that. You think we’re fools? Just admit it — you stole the card,” he sneered, glancing at Serena, who was smiling smugly by his side.

Serena tilted her head, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “It’s not too late to turn yourself in, Allvar. You know what? I think you should. You might avoid a worse sentence if you confess now.” She paused dramatically, then added with a twisted smile, “Lucky for you, my boyfriend’s uncle works for the police. He could help… or not.”

Her lover’s grin widened as he pulled out his phone. “That’s right! My uncle would love this. Catching a thief like you? That’s a career boost right there. You know what? I’m going to call him right now. One hundred grand? That’s no joke, Allvar. You’re going to jail for sure.” He waved his phone for emphasis, already typing in his uncle’s number.

Allvar remained silent, his chest tight with rising anger, as Serena clapped her hands in mock excitement. “Oh, this is going to be fun. Let’s see how fast the police get here. Maybe we’ll make it to the news, Allvar. Won’t that be something? Local man steals card to impress his friends gets caught red-handed!”

The crowd began murmuring again, some people laughing under their breath, others watching Allvar like he was already guilty.

Mikel, still standing beside Allvar, frowned deeply and leaned in close. “Man, this isn’t good. Serena’s boyfriend’s uncle? He’s bad news. I’ve heard things about him… real crooked. You know how those types are. If he gets involved, you’re screwed. He’ll probably plant more evidence just to make his case look stronger.”

Allvar’s frown deepened. “Great,” he muttered sarcastically, running a hand through his hair. “Just what I needed.”

Serena’s lover raised the phone to his ear, a smug grin on his face. “Hey, Uncle Tom? Yeah, I’ve got a situation for you. Some lowlife just tried to pull a fast one with a stolen card. It’s a big one, a hundred grand. Think you can stop by and help clean this up?”

Allvar’s heart pounded, but instead of panicking, he forced himself to stay calm. He had one last card to play. Without a word, he pulled out his own phone and scrolled down his contacts list until he found the name he needed: Mr. Lorentz. He pressed the call button, his hand trembling slightly.

Serena’s lover raised an eyebrow. “Oh, making your own phone call? Who’s that? Calling the bank to try and fix your mess?”

Allvar shot him a sharp look but didn’t respond. When Mr. Lorentz answered, Allvar spoke in a low, controlled voice. “Mr. Lorentz. I need your help. I’m being accused of stealing my own card… for a large amount of money. They’re saying I used it illegally. Can you help me prove otherwise?”

Mr. Lorentz’s calm, reassuring voice came through on the other end. “Of course, young master. Where are you?”

Allvar gave him the name of the bar, his words measured but tense. “It’s getting bad here. They are saying the card is stolen. One of them uncle's a cop and might be on his way to arrest me.”

“Don’t worry,” Mr. Lorentz replied smoothly. “I’ll send someone right away to handle this. Stay calm. You don’t need to prove anything to them. We’ll take care of it.”