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"You!" Matysh became nervous when he saw the confident look on Luke's face. He was at a loss for words all of a

sudden.

Luke added, "Perhaps they'll be able to find out that you have something to do with the Normans' case. They'll also

figure out who's working for you. I won't let the person who hurt Luca get away with it. Go to prison and be a

changed man. Mr. Abaza, your family is going to abandon you."

The noble families in Russia would not allow any of their family members to bring shame to the family.

Marcos had told Luke that when they were sure that Matysh would be found guilty, which had also become a fact.

Even though the elders of the Abaza family had appointed Matysh to be their successor, he would be abandoned by

them the moment he was sentenced to imprisonment.

"Luke Crawford, you're not gonna get away with this!" Matysh rose to his feet and kicked the table.

"What are you doing? Sit down!" The police officer beside him pressed him down and made him sit on the chair.

"Behave yourself. There are cameras everywhere."

Matysh's bloodshot eyes were looking at him dead in the eyes.

His life was going to be ruined by Luke!

If he was sentenced to imprisonment, his family would abandon him. Everything he possessed would fall into

Marcos' hands.

How could he not do anything when he was going to end up behind the bars?

Luke rose to his feet and sneered, "Oh, one last thing, the legal system in A City allows the offender to voluntarily

turn himself in and take the initiative to expose his accomplice. It might affect the judge's sentencing decision and

reduce the offender's sentence for his sake. Perhaps you can reduce your sentence if you tell them about the

Normans' case. You might reduce your sentence by a year or two."

After that, Luke turned around and left.

Matysh stood up. He wished he could stab Luke in the heart, but his hands were cuffed and there were no tools

around him. There was nothing he could do.

He watched Luke leave the room with a hideous expression on his face.

Matysh suddenly had a feeling that he would become a prisoner soon.

"Damn it, Luke Crawford. My family won't let you get away with it for setting me up!" snarled Matysh. There was a

hint of dissatisfaction in his voice. There was also fear of facing the future in it.

Luke left without stopping.

The chief of police slowly let out a sigh of relief and said, "It seems like we have to look further into this."

"Chief, what are we investigating? Didn't Mr. Crawford provide you with some information just now?" One of the

police officers did not get it and he asked.

“It was about the teen suicide case, but I'm talking about the Normans' case. Matysh is probably the one behind

this. Didn't you hear what he said? It looks like the main target of the Normans' case wasn't Mr. and Mrs. Norman, it

was Ms. Luca,” replied the chief.

Although the name translated on the phone app was not Luca's name, judging from the homonyms and how Luke

had shown his favoritism toward Luca, the chief of police figured out that Luca was the target in a minute.

“You're right.” Luke walked toward them and saw them using the translation app on their phones. He knew they had

briefly translated and understood the contents of his conversation with Matysh.

"Mr. Crawford, does that mean you've already known that Matysh was trying to hurt Ms. Luca?" asked the chief.

“Yes. His target has always been Luca. As for the reason for getting the Normans involved in this, I guess you'll have

to look into it.” Luke put his hands in his pockets. He knew what he did on purpose had taken the intended effect

when he noticed that they were not surprised to hear that.

Before they arrested Matysh, they had already suspected that Matysh had something to do with the Normans' case.

It was just that they did not have strong evidence.

The chief of police understood the implications of Luke's words. Furthermore, taking into consideration what Luke

said to Matysh about taking the initiative to turn himself in, the chief said with a stern look on his face, “Mr.

Crawford, I wonder if I can just take a few minutes of your time to invite you to my office and have some tea.”

“I have 15 minutes left.” Luke glanced at the watch and confirmed with him.

The chief of police instructed his subordinates to arrange the notes and quickly brought Luke to his office.

The expression on the chief's face turned serious at once. The two of them sat opposite each other, and he asked,

“When did you know Matysh was trying to hurt Ms. Luca?”

“Is that important?” Luke questioned him.

The chief was rendered speechless. It was not important. What he wanted was the evidence that Matysh had

something to do with the Normans' case.

He was pretty sure that Luke had evidence.

As long as it was irrefutable evidence, the problems troubling him would be gone, and he would be able to retire

happily.

"Sure enough, that's not important. Mr. Crawford, I need your help. Since you knew Matysh was after Ms. Luca from

the beginning, you would have sent your men to follow him. I need evidence," said the chief.

“I can give it to you, but on one condition.” Luke looked at the tea that was no longer warm. The chief was so

anxious that he did not even pour him another cup of warm tea.

It seemed like his superiors were putting him under a lot of pressure because of the Normans' case.

If he failed to resolve the case, he might not be able to sleep or eat well.