Chapter 311

Meanwhile, Duncan was at home, pacing around the kitchen with his phone, waiting for any news.

"This has to work, right? The big payout should lure some desperate folks to take out Isabella. She can't survive this," Duncan muttered, clenching his teeth.

Last night, after the group who wanted to take out Isabella met up, they put their money together to hire a team of hitmen, just as Duncan suggested.

Duncan thought he was being smart, using a scapegoat he had dirt on to contact the hitman. He figured the guy wouldn't refuse, even if it meant suicide. But he didn't know that guy was a total coward.

Suddenly, Duncan's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID and immediately answered.

"How's it going?" he asked eagerly.

"Don't worry, sir. We've confirmed Isabella's dead," came the voice on the other end-Duncan's scapegoat.

"Great job!" Duncan exclaimed, hanging up the phone. He was so excited that he rushed to the liquor cabinet and opened a bottle of his prized red wine to celebrate.

Meanwhile, the man who had just hung up carefully approached the police officer. "I did what you asked. Will I get a reduced sentence?"

The officer nodded curtly before leaving the interrogation room. Their goal in making that call was to keep Duncan calm and prevent him from fleeing.

Twenty minutes later, the door to Duncan's apartment was kicked open, startling him as he sipped his wine. When he got to the doorway, he was met with an arrest warrant.

"Duncan, you're suspected of hiring a hitman to commit murder. You're coming with us," an officer said, practically shoving the warrant in Duncan's face.

"No way, you must be mistaken. I couldn't have done that," Duncan protested, but the officers slapped handcuffs on him.

All the way to the station, Duncan kept shouting. But no one paid him any mind.

It wasn't until he was locked in an interrogation room that he started to face reality.

Officer Brenda Pena, who had met Isabella several times before, was part of the interrogation team this time.

Brenda came out of the interrogation room with a list in hand.

She walked into Chief Alan Savage's office and handed him the list.

"Chief Savage, these are the names Duncan gave us. Should we start making arrests?" Brenda asked.

Alan nodded. "This incident is serious. They fired guns and used bombs in crowded areas. We need to arrest them."

Brenda muttered under her breath, "If the four major families could just chill for a bit, the crime rate in this city would definitely drop."

Alan coughed, giving Brenda a warning look. "Alright, mind your words. Our station is funded by the four major families. Even your uniform is thanks to these 'philanthropists.'"

When Alan mentioned the philanthropists, his tone sharpened, showing his frustration with the recent actions of the four major families.

Brenda rolled her eyes and asked, "Chief Savage, did you lend police uniforms to others?"

Alan nodded. "Those uniforms are old, so I lent them to some models for their fashion show."

Leaning on the table, Brenda glared at Alan and said, "So you're telling me the people who brought in those armed criminals today are all models? Those criminals should be in the hospital first, not prison!"

Alan shrugged, "Some things are better kept to yourself. They did save us some hassle. If we interrogated them by the rules, these desperados might not have confessed this quickly. But our victims need to know the truth ASAP."

Brenda took a deep breath and whispered, "Which family is it this time?"

Alan raised an eyebrow and looked at Brenda. "It's tied to Isabella. Who do you think it could be?"

After that, Alan waved his hand and started organizing the files on his desk. "You can go now. Remember, I know you have issues with the four major families, but even the weakest one, the Brown Family, isn't someone we can mess with. If you really want out of this mess, go find Jasper. At least that job seems easier."

Annoyed, Brenda said, "Where do I even find him? That jerk might have already skipped the country. Are you gonna pay for me to investigate abroad?"

Alan sighed and put down the files. "If you're willing to take a break abroad, I can help you out. Your aunt wants to see you. When are you planning to visit?"

Brenda seemed to lose all her energy. She didn't say anything and just left the office.

With the list in hand, Brenda joined the team heading to Isabella's company for the arrests.

The company execs were caught off guard by the sudden police raid. They turned pale as they were handcuffed and dragged out of the building.

Carol raised an eyebrow at the scene. "Is Isabella moving this fast? I gave her the info yesterday, and today she's already making arrests?"

Carol's confusion was shared by many employees. Someone had posted about the arrests online, and soon reporters swarmed in for interviews.

At the same time, news broke that Isabella had been attacked on her way home. "The new CEO of the Taylor Group, Isabella was attacked by her father's subordinates. Isabella escaped, but the driver was seriously injured and unconscious."

When Carol saw this, she suddenly understood why Isabella acted so quickly.

"These impulsive idiots, the investigation on Isabella just started, and they couldn't wait to hand over the evidence," Carol muttered about Duncan and his crew.

By the time everyone targeting Isabella was arrested, she was back at the company, handling business. She needed to reassure those innocent employees and keep them from feeling unsafe.

While Isabella was busy stabilizing the company, Michael was on the phone with Jerry, setting up a new task.

"My wife almost died in that forest this time. You know what to do, right?" Michael said coldly.

Jerry promised over the phone, "Don't worry, Mr. Williams. Once they're in prison, I'll make sure they regret it!"

Satisfied, Michael hung up and waited for the police interrogation.