C6 Be in Jail!

Seeing Zoie in tears, Rollins felt his heart soften.

Zoie turned away, discreetly wiping her tears.

Wensel let out a sneer and said, "It's been a long time since I've seen someone this defiant. Just wait, I'll show you what real pain is!"

With that, he pulled out his phone and made a call.

"Hello, Captain Perez? I've been assaulted. Get over here with backup, pronto. Yes, at the Wandos Company, my office!"

Zoie's heart raced with panic. Her father had just encountered trouble, and now Rollins might be arrested. If Wandos Company turned against the Ramirez family, she would lose everything!

What was she to do?

Zoie, struggling to hold back tears, pleaded, "Director Wilson, can't I apologize for him?"

"It's no use," Wensel dismissed with a wave of his hand and a cold smile. "Unless you're willing to stay here tonight and keep me company, then I might reconsider."

Zoie froze. She glanced at Rollins, whose brow was furrowed with anger.

Without hesitation, Rollins delivered a swift kick to Wensel's stomach, sending him tumbling to the ground.

As Rollins moved to continue the assault, Zoie quickly grabbed him, crying out, "Rollins! What are you doing? Can't you think straight for once?"

Wensel, writhing in pain, bellowed, "Lewis! You're done for. If I don't make you pay, my name isn't Wilson!"

Just then, footsteps echoed at the doorway.

A squad of police officers, accompanied by Wensel's father, Archibald, appeared at the entrance.

Seeing his father with the police, Wensel knew help had arrived. He pointed at Rollins and exclaimed, "Dad, he attacked me. Have the police arrest him, and I'll spend ten million to ensure he gets life in prison! He's going down!"

At that moment, Archibald's face was ashen, and a nearby officer lifted the coat draped over his handcuffed hands. It was then that Wensel realized, to his horror, that his father was shackled in silver handcuffs.

Wensel stood frozen in shock until two officers approached, hoisted him from the ground, and deftly cuffed his hands behind his back.

"You've got it all wrong," Wensel protested in disbelief. "That poor man over there is the one you should be arresting!"

One of the officers began the formal arrest, his voice icy. "Wensel, you and your father, Archibald, are being detained for suspected embezzlement and misappropriation of substantial public funds."

Wensel's knees buckled, and he collapsed to the floor. The gravity of the situation was not lost on him; he knew exactly how much he and his father had siphoned from Wandos Company. With their arrest, they faced not only the loss of their entire fortune but also the prospect of spending at least twenty years behind bars.

Panic-stricken, Wensel cried out to Archibald, "Dad, you have to think of something! I'm too young for prison, Dad!"

Archibald sighed deeply, tears streaking his face. "Son, I can't even save myself now, let alone help you."

The officer cut through their despair with a cold retort, "Rest assured, you'll have plenty of time to be together in prison."

At that moment, Rollins interjected, "Officer, I recommend you test that bottle of red wine. I suspect Wensel intended to drug my wife."

An officer nodded, pulled out several red test strips, and dipped them into the wine. Instantly, the strips turned from red to blue.

"There's triazolam in the wine, commonly known as a date-rape drug," the officer confirmed.

The lead officer instructed, "Secure the wine and take it as evidence. We've received a report of a victim claiming to have been drugged by Wensel in his office."

The scene unfolded with such drama that Zoie was completely taken aback. Her eyes shimmered with an unusual brilliance as she gazed at Rollins, her expression one of bewilderment.

"Rollins, what exactly is happening here?"

Her normally ineffectual husband had just walked in and punched Wensel, and within moments, the police had shown up as if on cue. While she was thankful he had come to her rescue, she couldn't shake off the suspicion that it was all too coincidental.

Faced with his wife's probing questions, Rollins knew he couldn't divulge the whole truth. There was simply too much to explain, and some things were better left unsaid.

Scratching his nose, Rollins offered a nonchalant explanation, "Maybe it's karma catching up with Wensel and his son for their misdeeds. Perhaps even the universe has its limits."

"Is that really so?" Zoie replied, her skepticism evident. The idea that the world could serve up such a timely coincidence seemed far-fetched.

Noticing Zoie's doubtful look, Rollins deftly steered the conversation elsewhere. "Darling, let the police handle this. It's not our concern. As for your father's situation, I've managed to secure the eight million we needed."

Zoie's eyes widened in astonishment at his words. "Really? You're not pulling my leg?"

"Why would I lie about something so serious?" Rollins reassured her, pulling a check from his pocket and handing it to her.

Zoie accepted the check, her heart racing as she saw the amount. This money meant her father could avoid jail time. Yet, she was inwardly astounded. How had her husband, whom everyone had written off, managed to borrow such a staggering sum?

Compelled by her curiosity, Zoie pressed him, "Rollins, be honest with me. Where did you get this money? Who lent it to you?"

With a dismissive wave and a grin, Rollins replied, "It's a stroke of luck, really. I have a friend who was once as down on his luck as I was. But his family's business has flourished in recent years, so I turned to him for help. And it wasn't an issue for him at all. Don't worry about it."

Zoie didn't harbor any doubts; the eight-million-dollar check was securely in her grasp. Yet, the thought of her family's modest savings—barely over two million—made her voice waver as she asked, "When does your friend need the money back? Is it possible for him to wait another couple of months?"

After posing her question, Zoie let out a weary sigh, "You know how it is—selling houses and cars isn't exactly a quick process."

Seeing the concern etched on Zoie's face, Rollins quickly reassured her, "Sweetheart, there's no need to worry about paying it back right away. My friend mentioned it's fine even if we take three to five years."

Zoie's eyes grew wide with surprise. "Really? He said that? That's incredibly generous of him!"

Rollins grinned, spinning a tale with ease, "I looked out for him quite a bit when we were kids. Now that he's well-off, lending me a hand is no big deal for him."

Zoie, visibly relieved, quickly proposed a plan, "Here's what we'll do—I'll give you the two million we have, and you can pay him back first. I'll figure out how to come up with the rest later."

Continuing, she added, "And let's invite your friend to dinner when he's available. It's the least we can do."

Rollins shook his head, "He's off to the States for business with his family—already at the airport, in fact. Let's focus on bailing out Dad first. We can plan the dinner when he's back."

Without another word, Rollins gestured urgently, "We must act now. Let's get going!"