The Last Sovereign

Chapter 2

Factions within the company were restless, each vying for power in the absence of Joshua. He was the only one keeping them in check. The whispers of betrayal and ambition crept through the halls like a storm on the horizon. 

Molly leaned against her desk, a mocking smile on her lips.

"You think you’re something special, don’t you?" she laughed, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You’re just a nobody, a lost orphan. If it weren’t for the Anderson family, you’d be begging for scraps."

Joshua’s eyes narrowed at her words.

He knew she was trying to get under his skin, but he had learned from her father, the patriarch of the Anderson family.

Molly rolled her eyes, unfazed. "We’re about to tie the knot with the Northridge family. Charlie is everything you’re not. He’ll make this family strong, unlike you."

Her laughter echoed, cutting through the silence of the office. "And when that happens, you’ll see just how irrelevant you really are."

Her words stung, but Joshua remained composed. He had poured his heart and soul into the Anderson family, but now he sensed the storm brewing within.

He knew that the Northridge family held a pivotal position in the capital, not only with extensive connections but also possessing astonishing power.

Should the marriage alliance be successful, the Anderson family would become even stronger, and as an outsider like him, he would ultimately find it difficult to reverse the situation.

The air shifted as the realization dawned on him: the Andersons had been preparing for this moment for far too long to let him escape easily.

Although he has devoted all his efforts to the family this year, he now feels exhausted and yearns for relief.

"Joshua, you need to come with us," one of the officers said, attempting to sound authoritative. 

Joshua met their eyes, calm and unwavering. "I’ll go with you," he said, his voice low and steady. 

The officers exchanged glances, uncertain. One of the policemen stepped forward to try to put handcuffs on him, but Joshua looked up and gave them a cold glance.

He calmly glanced at them, and the policemen tensed up instantly, involuntarily taking a step back. They had never felt such immense pressure in anyone's gaze, not even comparable to that of the chief of police.

Joshua strode confidently toward the exit. The officers, still in shock, stumbled after him, unsure how this encounter had slipped so far from their control.

Molly watched as Joshua walked away, her smile returning with a vengeance.

She quickly dialed Charlie’s number, excitement bubbling in her chest.

"Charlie, it's Molly," she tried to keep her voice calm, but couldn't hide the excitement in her tone.

"Oh, Molly, you sound delighted," Charlie's voice on the other end of the line was gentle and charming, causing a thrill in her heart.

"The plan is complete, Joshua didn't even resist," Molly's voice was filled with pride, "just as we anticipated, he had no way to stop any of this."

Charlie chuckled, his voice exuding confidence. "That's great, I'm coming to see you today. We need to discuss the next arrangements."

Molly felt her heart race, imagining Charlie by her side, a wave of sweetness welling up inside her. "I'm ready, waiting for you."

The thought of him sent a thrill down her spine. He was everything she wanted—a powerful ally, handsome and charming. 

Later, Joshua got out of the car and stepped into the police station, a picture of calm.

Walking into the police station, he glanced around indifferently, his gaze falling on the table in front of him, and he slowly sat down.

The officers behind him felt a mix of confusion and unease. They had expected a defiant suspect, not a man who carried himself with such poise as if he was the chief here.

Joshua smiled, seemingly seeing through their hesitation.

He tapped his fingers lightly on the table, producing a crisp sound that broke the silence in the room.

"I don't have time to waste on pointless conversations," he added, his tone hinting at a bit of impatience, yet still polite.

"Get your chief here," he said slowly, each word dripping with authority. "I want to speak with him."