Chapter 958

“Shut it,” Robin responded indifferently. “Trust Media is worth nothing, now that all its lost all its reputation and artists. You should be thankful that I’m even offering you twenty million.”

Zeke shrugged. “And what if I choose not to sell it off?”

“You don’t want to sell it? Then I’ll make sure you go bankrupt, believe it or not.”

Zeke shook his head. “I don’t believe you.”

“Stop fighting a futile battle, Williams,” Lucius threatened. “I saw with my own eyes how you’d beat up some fans, restraining them by force. If this news ever gets out, you won’t simply be bankrupt. You’ll be punished by the law too.”

“Enough of your nonsense. Just bring out whatever tricks you have up your sleeves,” Zeke responded.

“If a single frown appears on my forehead, you win.”

“You just don’t know when to give up!” Robin yelled.

Then, she took out her phone and dialed a number. “Come on in.”

The moment she finished speaking, Ryker walked in, accompanied by ten skilled fighters.

“Seize him!” Ryker demanded, pointing at Zeke.

“Wait!” Zeke shouted. “Why me?”

“Do I really have to explain myself? You’re being suspected of attacking and abducting civilians. You should be thankful that you’re only getting arrested.”

“Even if I did attack someone, there’s no need to alert the military about this,” Zeke argued.

“Bulls***,” Ryker answered. “Some of the men you’ve attacked are veterans, so I certainly have the right to be involved.”

“Hehe. The Lewis family’s really worked hard to craft such a perfect plan. Unfortunately, even a perfect plan always has its loopholes.”

“Hmph! You have the right to remain silent, but everything you say will be used as evidence. Capture him!”

“Wait!” Zeke called out once again. “Perfect timing. I happen to have someone I wanted to introduce to you, General Lewis. It won’t be too late for you to give your order then. Come on in.”

The door was pushed open once again, and Brent Jenkins, the head of the police, walked in with about ten officers.

He glared at Lucius and the five celebrities before ordering, “Arrest them.”

Lucius and the five celebrities remained nonchalant.

So, he’s just getting Brent Jenkins to help?

Hehe. Doesn’t he know that Brent is nothing compared to Ryker Lewis?

Lucius shifted his gaze to Ryker, signaling for help.

“Hold it, Brent Jenkins,” Ryker called out. “Why are you arresting them?”

Brent quickly approached him. “I didn’t think I’d see you here, General. I just received numerous reports that Lucius Johansson’s five artists have signed an under-the-table agreement for tax evasion purposes. It’s a huge sum and a terrible plot. I’m here to investigate the matter.”

The five artists continued to remain calm.

Their secret agreement had already been burned to ashes, back at the Lewis family home.

Without any evidence, Brent could never convict them.

“Do you have any proof?” asked Ryker. “If you don’t, what you’re saying is pure nonsense.”

“Yes, of course I do,” Brent hurriedly answered.

Then, he turned to a subordinate. “Bring in the evidence.”

The man rushed outside, as he soon returned with over a dozen men.

These were the trolls that Zeke had beaten up earlier.

Lucius and his team were bewildered.

What kind of sick joke is this? These are our witnesses!

How did they end up as yours?