Nate was moved to get into the car. But his eyes didn't blink, they kept staring at the Lucius family. Nate did not close his eyes until the police car had left the courtyard of the Lucius family's luxurious home.
Along the way, Nate was asked many questions by the police about his actions in killing one of the Lucius family servants. But Nate still denies the charges against him because he did not kill anyone.
Nate was interrogated for several hours before being taken to a special prison cell that was very small. His hands and feet were shackled. The room was very dark and claustrophobic because there was not enough ventilation.
"If it has to be like this in the end. Then I will never accept your helping hand," Nate muttered as he imagined the figure of Lucius.
Soon a policeman entered the cell. Nate's eyes began to follow every movement of the police. A flashlight shone brightly in Nate's face. Suddenly, Nate's eyes narrowed slightly from the glare of the light.
"You're tough enough not to admit the murder that happened. Even though the evidence and witnesses are there," the policeman said, casually sitting in the chair he was carrying.
"I'm not going to confess to a crime I never committed," Nate replied without hesitation.
"Then I have good news for you. A pretty good lawyer has agreed to be your defense attorney for the trial," the cop said.
"A lawyer?" muttered Nate in surprise. He hadn't expected to get a lawyer in such a short time.
"Yes. He's quite famous in this town for his cleverness in proving innocence. You'll see him tomorrow," the cop said, shining his flashlight in Nate's face.
"During the trial, you will remain locked up in this jail until it is proven that you are guilty or innocent," the cop continued as he walked out of Nate's jail cell.
"I have a bad feeling about this," Nate muttered as the room went back into complete darkness.
That night, Nate couldn't sleep comfortably because he was handcuffed. The prison was also claustrophobic and noisy with the constant sound of insects. If he hadn't lived a hard life before, he wouldn't have been able to rest at all.
In the morning, a bowl of food and a bottle of water were brought to him in the prison. Nate ate it eagerly, even though it tasted very bland. To relieve himself, Nate had to call the guard to open the cell so he could go to the bathroom.
For a long time, Nate sat in his cell waiting for the lawyer to arrive to help him. The door to Nate's cell finally opened after more than four hours of waiting for his lawyer.
A middle-aged man entered Nate's cell with a policeman. The policeman soon turned on a flashlight that shone directly into Nate's face. This time, Nate moved quickly to avoid the glare of the spotlight.
"You can go," the middle-aged man told the policeman.
"You only have thirty minutes at the most," the policeman said as he left the jail cell.
"Thank you," said the middle-aged man who was Nate's attorney.
"Nate Evander. Suspected of murdering a servant of the Lucius family business group. I didn't expect to be handling a murder case from the Lucius Family Business Group," the middle-aged man said as he sat down on a chair. The lawyer looked thoughtful for a moment as he looked at Nate.
"Excuse me, sir. What's your name?" Nate asked politely.
"Hahaha... No need for such courtesies," the lawyer replied with a big laugh and then stood up and approached Nate.
"I was hired at great expense by Mark Lucius to put you in the most dangerous prison in the world. My name is Pier Orsted," the lawyer whispered into Nate's left ear with a satisfied grin.
"Son of a bitch," Nate muttered as he stared intently at Pier's still grinning face.
"I thought this might happen. There's no way a lawyer would have come to my aid in such a short time after the incident at Lucius' house," Nate said, glaring at Pier who was laughing.
"Don't lose hope like that, Nate. Your punishment will not be too severe since there is no suspicion that you planned the murder. That's why I'm here, to make sure you spend the rest of your life in prison," Pier said as he sat back in his chair.
"I reserve the right to reject you and find another lawyer. You won't let me rot in jail that easily," Nate said fearlessly.
"Too bad that can't happen. My plans are so well thought out that you and the police can't refuse my presence. Just accept it Nate, your life is over since you accepted Lucius' request to stay in his house," Pier argued.
"Not everyone in this world is as rotten as you. I'm sure there are one or two people who can see the truth," Nate said.
"Dream on while you can, Nate. Mark Lucius and the others have planned everything well in advance. There won't be a single mistake you can make to avoid your destiny," Pier said with a grin.
"Just get ready to live in the most dangerous prison in the world, we can make sure you spend your time there," Pier continued as he stood up.
"One more thing. The ugly house and the small plot of land that your mother's father inherited has already been sold by Sicilia. So you don't have to worry when you're in prison, because you won't have a place to go back to," Pier said just before leaving Nate's cell.
"Fuck!" Nate yelled as he stood up.
But the guards rushed in when they heard Nate's scream. They quickly knocked Nate's raging body to the ground. Meanwhile, Pier just smiled with satisfaction as he left Nate's prison room.
"You will pay for everything!" Nate shouted loudly.
"Shut up!" snapped the prison guard as he smashed Nate's temple with a stick from his hip.
Nate just grimaced in pain as he lay on the ground. His jaw was so sore that blood came out of his mouth. The guards left as soon as Nate calmed down. The atmosphere in Nate's prison was pitch black again.
***
Time passed with great difficulty for Nate. He went through each trial with great stress. The lawyer, who was supposed to find a solution for him, instead threw him under the bus and sided with Damian's family.
Nate can only surrender because there is no one to give him hope of survival. The prosecutor demanded that Nate be imprisoned for life. The prison recommended by the court is also the most dangerous prison in the world, isolated from the outside world.
It was on a remote island in the middle of the ocean, populated by dangerous criminals from all over the world. It was recommended because Nate's lawyer claimed that Nate was a psychopath.
Pier claims to have been attacked several times while talking to Nate. It was obviously all an act, as he hadn't had a single conversation with Nate since they first met in prison.
After today's hearing, Nate was immediately taken back to the small jail where he had been staying. Tomorrow the judge will decide on his sentence and announce where he will serve it.
To be continued...
"Nate Evander! Come out!" a guard yelled after opening Nate's prison door this morning."About time," Nate thought as he took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment.Nate stood undaunted at the prison door. Nate's hair, mustache, and beard had grown longer than when he first entered the prison. The handcuffs on Nate's hands and feet were removed and he was led to a car by heavily armed police.The police car soon sped down the highway on its way to the courthouse. Today was the judge's hearing to determine Nate's sentence. It was also Nate's last chance to prove his innocence in court."How long have I been in prison?" Nate asked the officer sitting next to him."A little over two months," the cop replied coldly. His hand didn't seem to leave his gun."I see," Nate muttered as he stared down the street through the windshield."Money really can buy anything, even justice," Nate said.Hearing Nate's words, the police in the car glared at Nate. However, they did not take any acti
Inside the prison, there was a tall, bulky man. His eyes were fixed on Nate, who had just entered. The white-skinned man seemed to stare at Nate from head to toe. The man then grinned happily as he continued to stare at Nate."Brown skin, a well-built body, and a lovely gaze. You're my type," the seated man said."I don't know what you're talking about. But if you are indeed my friend in this prison, then at least introduce yourself," said Nate, who was still standing."You seem to have never felt the bitterness of life to dare behave like this to me," said the man who had been sitting and staring at Nate.There were loud cheers and whistles from the other cells as the other inmates saw the man standing. His body was noticeably more muscular and larger than Nate's, but Nate remained calm, not looking away."I'm Boars. Tell me your name," the man standing in front of Nate said."I'm Nate," Nate replied briefly."What did you do wrong to be brought to this prison?" asked Boars, taking o
"What are they doing here," Nate thought to himself as he stood up."Do they think they can torture me in here?" Nate muttered as he stared out of his jail room."Get all the troops ready in the field. We'll meet them when they come!" Nate ordered."Yes, sir!" the men near Nate replied. They immediately ran out of the prison to gather all the Dark Crimson members.Nate himself immediately went out into the field to wait for all his men to arrive. It seemed that the other members of the group immediately stepped aside when they saw Nate's arrival. Soon, hundreds of people rushed towards Nate. Their faces all looked fierce, as if they were bloodthirsty."Which group are we going to take over, sir?" asked the largest of Nate's men."We will not attack any group. We're just going to wait for our guests to come and attack us," Nate replied as he sat down on a bench."You sit comfortably while you wait!" Nate ordered as he told his other men to bring food and drink.Nate's men looked at eac
"One hundred billion US dollars?" said Nate in disbelief. He looked at Peter, wanting to confirm the truth."Isn't it impossible that fifty percent of Mr. Lucius' income could be that much in eighteen years?" Nate asked. Meanwhile, Peter just smiled."I've always used Lucius' savings to do business. The turnover is very fast and the profit is also large, that's why it can reach so much in eighteen years," Peter replied."Business?" muttered Nate as he gave Peter a sharp look."He's definitely not a casual person. It would be hard for a businessman to get a million dollars. Let alone a hundred billion dollars," Nate mused."Yes. Lucius has done me a great favor, so I'm doing him a favor by investing his money in my business. That money will be yours when you get out of this rotten prison," Peter said as he put the ledger back in his hand."I have been looking for your whereabouts for the last few months. It turned out that I was too late, because you were already in this prison, which
Two months had passed since Nate had met Mr. Sean. Tonight, the center of Vienna was very busy with people driving back and forth in their private vehicles. A black luxury Toyota drove through the city streets.The car with the license plate B 137 H was followed by a black Lamborghini with the license plate B 345 T. The driver of the Toyota looked back several times in his rear view mirror. Meanwhile, the beautiful woman sitting in the back seat on the right looked busy with her cell phone."Miss Sicilia, that Lamborghini car is following us," the driver said, looking at Sicilia through the glass on the dashboard."Lamborghini?" said Sicilia as she looked back for a moment. But she couldn't see the driver because the two cars were quite far apart."Do we have to call the police?" the driver asked."No need. After all, the glass and body of this car have been modified to be bulletproof. We will contact the police if the car makes any strange movements. Try not to drive on deserted road
Nate looked up at the night sky from the balcony of his apartment. The streets of Vienna were clearly visible from the fifteenth floor. Nate was leaning against the metal railing. His right hand appeared to be holding a cup of coffee.On the table was a laptop with a screen displaying the profile of Xavier Lucius. Next to the laptop were open files. The contents of the file were corporate records belonging to the Lucius Business Group, which was run by Xavier's family. Next to the file was Nate's iPhone and a box of cigars."They divided up all of his father's companies fairly. I didn't expect these greedy people to get along after his father died. Normally, greedy people like them would fight to get the biggest inheritance," Nate muttered.Soon after, Nate's iPhone rang. It turned out to be a call from an unlisted number. But Nate didn't seem surprised because he could already guess who was calling him."Yes," Nate said as he answered the call."I got the latest financials for the De
Three days have passed since Nate met Sean. Right now Nate is in a big shopping mall in the city of Vienna. He wanted to buy something to give to his cheating ex-wife. But as he was walking around, he suddenly saw a figure he knew well."Vin Lucius?" muttered Nate as he saw a teenage boy holding a teenage girl about his age. They had just come out of a well-known clothing store.Though Vin and his girlfriend were wearing jackets to cover their school uniforms, Nate would not forget because he had often washed the junior high school uniform of Mark and Wien Lucius' youngest son. Nate just grinned and checked his watch."He should still be at school. Kids and parents seem to be the same," Nate muttered as he walked among the passersby. But soon Nate stopped walking again."Turns out he brought his bodyguards here too," Nate thought as he saw three men dressed like other patrons in three different places.Nate knew they were Vin's bodyguards because he had seen their faces. They were usu
Nate casually paid for his purchases at the mall cashier. He glanced around occasionally to make sure Vin's bodyguards weren't following him."We'll help you carry everything out to the parking lot," the mall employee said."No, no. You're just going to have to deliver it directly to my apartment. The trunk of my car won't hold enough," Nate refused with a smile."All right, sir. Then we'll get the address," the salesman said."You can drop the items off at the front desk and they'll bring them to my apartment," Nate said after writing down the address."Very well, sir," the mall clerk replied.Nate immediately left the mall in his Lamborghini. Nate stopped the car at a red light. The iPhone he had placed on the dashboard rang. It said the caller's name was the apartment receptionist."Mr. Nate, we just received a package from a courier for you. It says the contents are microphones. But it doesn't say the address and name of the sender," the apartment receptionist reported."Just acce