Chapter 3

An infuriated, and betrayed Maxwell stormed into his room to grab some of his clothes and documents. Those were the only things he needed; he had already vowed to build everything back from scratch.

“That was a great one, Amelia.” Patrick commended Amelia as soon as Maxwell left the living room.

“I know, right? He was too stupid to believe me in me. He has himself to blame.” Amelia replied, and they both burst out laughing.

“A minute please,” Patrick muttered and dashed out of the living room.

He headed towards Maxwell's car and dropped a black leather bag into the car's airbag. He took a picture of the item and proceeded to call someone.

“It's an old black Toyota, with plate number 365. Be alert.” He said over the phone, while the person on the other side replied with “Alright Master,”

Patrick wore a mischievous smirk as he slid the phone back into his pocket.

“You shouldn't have messed with me.” He muttered to himself, his heart full of happiness as he walked back to the living room.

Maxwell was still not in the room. Patrick moved to Amelia and whispered some words into her ears which caused her face to brighten up in excitement.

“Are you for real?” She asked with bulging eyeballs, and Patrick nodded with a smile plastered on his lips.

Amelia couldn't escape the wide smile that graced her lips. She couldn't help but fantasize when those words would come to life, and she badly wished she could witness the moment.

Maxwell walked into the room and was surprised at what could be making the crazy Amelia smile so widely. He decided to mind his own business, and just walk out of the living room. But as a man that he was, he couldn't let his pride be hurt without retaliating.

“Amelia, don't forget my warning. Try your best never to appear in my presence, or else, I will give my all to destroy you, even if it means destroying myself alongside.” He said with such a strong aura that caused both Amelia and Patrick to shrink under his terrorizing gaze.

Patrick wheeled his box out of the living room without wasting a second. He could hear the two of them whispering to each other;

“Did he mean what he said?” Patrick had nervously asked.

“What? He is just a loser. How could a loser like him rise to a position great enough to destroy us? It's just an empty threat man, don't fall for it.” Amelia replied with a tone that hinted a bit of fidgeting.

Maxwell could only smile to himself.

“She is nervous herself, and could still comfort another person.” He mumbled to himself.

He placed his box into the car's trunk and drove away, oblivious to the danger that had been planted around him.

He had only driven for about ten minutes when he saw some police officers a few meters from him.

“God!” He muttered and hurriedly checked his papers. Thankfully, they were all complete in the vehicle.

He ignorantly drove to the checkpoint and was stopped by the officers.

“Good day, sir.” The officer greeted him while Maxwell replied to him warmly.

“May we have a look at your documents, please?”

Maxwell wasted no time and handed over the documents to the officer. After some minutes of inspection, the officer smiled and handed back the documents to him.

“Perfect! You can leave.” The officer said, and Maxwell smiled.

“Thank you.” He managed to mutter amidst his turbulent mind.

As he turned on the engine and was about to drive away. An officer from behind ordered him to stop, and he had no other choice but to obey, wondering what the problem could be this time around.

An old pot-bellied man walked up to him. Maxwell sensed he was a superior by the way the previous officer saluted him, more like a sergeant.

“I have checked, sir; nothing is wrong.” The previous officer said while the sergeant waved him off.

One thing Maxwell noticed was that the sergeant winked at the previous officer, which made him walk away gently.

“Young man, I am afraid we might have to inspect your car.” The sergeant said, and Maxwell was shocked.

“What?”

“I am sorry, but it's our duty. I will appreciate if you can step out of the car for a brief moment.” The sergeant continued, and Maxwell sighed.

He hated having anything to do with the cops. He quietly obeyed and walked out of the car.

The sergeant instructed some officers to search the car. Maxwell watched, pretty sure that nothing illegal would be found in his car.

His head spun when an officer claimed to have found something in the car's airbag. Maxwell rushed to the place and was stunned to see a black leather bag lying comfortably in the car's airbag.

“What? How did it get there?” He yelled out in shock.

The officer took out the bag and opened it, exposing the content for everyone to see, which seemed like grass.

After a brief inspection of the material, it was confirmed to be the deadly frost moon grass, which was heavily banned in the country. Whoever was caught with it would surely face a huge penalty.

Maxwell knew much better what the grass was used for, even though a part of the grass was medicinal, he never dared to use it in treating patients because of its disastrous side effects.

“How then did it appear in my car?” He couldn't help but ask himself.

“Young man, you…”

“I swear that I know nothing about it, it's even my first time seeing it since it was banned a couple of years ago,” Maxwell claimed, but it seemed the officers were not buying his words.

“I am afraid we can't follow your words. We will have to conduct a thorough investigation, and the truth shall come to light. But for the time being, you will have to follow us to our station.” The sergeant said in a tone that made Maxwell wonder if he was the weapon fashioned against him.

“But…”

“Young man, you are under arrest.”