Chapter 183

Second Pricint.

With the surveillance footage outside the Warner residence, Jacqueline

and Shelly were the first two to be ruled out from the list of suspects.

It was because according to the surveillance footage, Joyce returned to

the Warner family first, and Jacqueline and Shelly returned to the

Warner family after some time.

And the time of Stephanie's death basically coincided with Joyce's

arrival.

Joyce stated that Stephanie was already dead when she arrived home.

So Jacqueline and Shelly were not suspected. They were the first to be

released, but they needed to stay to take statements and could not

leave the Second Pricint for the time being.

While waiting for her statement to be taken, Jacqueline walked to a

corner near the street outside the police station, where she took out her

cell phone and called the head of the police headquarter, who was the

husband of a friend in her usual upper-class circle.

After a long time, the call was finally answered.

"Mr. Donaldson, hello, I'm Jacqueline, your wife's friend. you've heard

of me, I think."

“You are the mother of the president of R&S Group. Of course I have

heard of you, and I often hear about you from my wife. May I ask what I

can do for you?" Mr. Donaldson was eager to ask, and they couldn't

have been happier to get in touch with the Warner family. Just a little bit

from Luther's fingers could make him a fortune.

“It's like this ..." Jacqueline briefly recounted what happened.

Jacqueline said, while walking to a place with nobody around. She

looked around to make sure no one was there, before saying, "Mr.

Donaldson, this matter, at present, involves a great deal of interest. No

matter what the truth is, Joyce must be put in jail and the will must be

proven to have been altered by her. Only in this way can I get back my

shares that originally belonged to me. Mr. Donaldson, I've told you

everything I know, you must help me."

“I will try to help you as much as I can control. Once the case goes to

court, there's nothing I can do. You still need to find the court.” Mr.

Donaldson was naturally tempted by the huge benefits. Only his power

was quite limited, and it is impossible to extend his hand to the court.

“The problem right now is that not all identification departments are

under the jurisdiction of the police department. I'll inquire later where

the evidence is being sent. From your description, this is a case taken

over by the Second Precinct?" Mr. Donaldson thought about the matter

and asked again.

“Yes. The name of the police officer in charge is Karl. Mr. Donaldson,

one more thing please, can you get another police officer to get in

charge of the case? This disrespectful and uncaring young lad!"

Jacqueline's heart was on fire at the thought of the rude Karl, who had

refuted her words several times. He not only uncuffed Joyce, but also

treated her and Shelly as suspects together.

"Please keep this little cop out of the case. This certainly would not be a

problem, right?" Jacqueline just wanted to vent her anger.

"So it is Karl in charge now?!" Mr. Donaldson was taken aback, "Then it

would be even more difficult.”

"Why? Is he not just a nobody?" Jacqueline wondered.

"He's no ordinary cop. His father is the Chief Justice of the Capital

Supreme Court, a nationally renowned and prestigious man, with great

discretionary power. He could even propose changes in the law. Most

importantly, he was known for his integrity. His mother is the heiress of

the third largest construction company in the country. You could say

that Karl is both powerful and wealthy." Mr. Donaldson said.

"What? Then why is he still a police officer in the second precint?"

Jacqueline was astonished, not expecting that a small police officer

would have such a background. No wonder Karl was fearless.

“I'm not sure of the exact reason. In short, Karl and his father are as

rigid as they are. You just won't possibly bribe them, and they must

investigate the matter to the end and never let go of any details. We

can't stop him. He has such a strong background, and no one dares to

offend him.” Mr. Donaldson said helplessly.

The last thing he added was, "Don't worry, I'll do my best to help you. I'll

contact the prosecutor's office first. There are my people there, and I'll

ask them to give special permission to arrest Joyce right away. Once

Joyce is transferred to the detention center, I'll be able to find

something to do there."

"Okay, I will be counting on you then.” Jacqueline hung up the phone.

She repeatedly paced outside the police station, angry and uneasy.

Just now she had been quite emotional, but when she thought about

the matter, Stephanie's death was really strange. Could it really be

Joyce?

Whether it was Joyce or not, she really it was Joyce.

Joyce had got all the shares. She had suffered so much for the past 30

years, how could she be willing to accept it all? Not a single cent was

left to Shelly her own granddaughter, but Joyce, an outsider, could

inherit an astronomical fortune, 10% of the company would mean a

supreme position in the R&S Group. No, she would never allow that to

happen. No matter what, there must be a way to prove that it was

Joyce who had tampered with the will!

Inside the lobby of the police station.

Joyce had been taken to the interrogation room alone for a preliminary

questioning by a police officer.

Karl, meanwhile, sat at his desk, where he needed to organize the

materials to decide where to start next.

By this time, Juanita had already arrived. She was delayed by the traffic

all the way, and when she saw Karl, she rushed up to him.

The usual cute and delicate face, at this time, puffed up in anger,

"Officer, in the end what happened? I heard people outside say that

Stephanie died? And now you have Joyce arrested as the murderer?

How is that possible? Joyce treated Stephanie as her only family.

You've been kicked in the head by a donkey, don't you have the ability

to judge?"

Karl's handsome brow furrowed.

At that moment, Karl's cell phone rang, " I have to take a call, excuse

me."

Looking at the familiar caller number on his phone, he frowned, walked

to a place with nobody around and pressed the answer button.