The Continent of Europe

The Chapter 70

"Floyd," Call Minerva, "are you sure you want to do all this?"

She frowned as she watched her husband rummage through the contents of the file vault they had been keeping for decades and it seemed that Floyd had not heard Minerva's words at all.

"Floyd?" Call Minerva again. This time the woman walked up to her husband and patted him on the shoulder gently, telling the man that the wife was talking to him. "I'm talking to you."

Floyd looked up and the man pouted. "I heard you, Minerva," he said. "And yes, I want to do this" he added and returned to his activities earlier.

Minerva sighed. She sat down next to her husband and helped the man who seemed to be looking for something. Knowing what her husband was looking for, Minerva immediately handed Floyd two documents in her hand.

"This is what you're looking for, right?" Ask ensures.

Floyd looked at him for a moment then checked the document and nodded his head.

"Why?" Minerva asked. "Why do you suddenly want to do this? As I recall a few years ago when I told you to turn yourself in, you rejected my suggestion outright. And now you want to do this?"

Floyd took a breath. "I know, but this time I'm ready. When I saw James worried about the girl, I was somehow moved to do this. Jenkins also threatened our son to reveal our family secrets if he didn't comply. That's why I'm the only one to expose myself."

Minerva chuckles. "Are you ready for jail?" Ask.

Floyd smiled blankly. Because to be honest, he doesn't know what to answer. If he answered yes, he was not sure he was ready to go to jail for decades without this kind of wealth.

But, isn't that worth what he did to the Vreaa family? Although he was not directly involved, he was also quite involved with the murder.

"I don't know, Minerva. But if I don't do this now, I feel in the future that my relationship with James will be even more strained. Not to mention the guilt I've been carrying for decades.

"Honest. I can't afford to live in prison, but I'm more incapable of living with guilt, Minerva. Maybe this is a hint from God that I should take responsibility for my actions."

Despite knowing what kind of future awaits her family, Minerva still supports the husband's decision to surrender. Let their property and authority in government disappear, the important thing is that guilt is no longer carried in the heart.

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Not yet had the golden money to act, the news of them quickly spread. With the intervention of the Adler family and Riley in the media everything became chaotic.

Meanwhile, Rosaline's search continues. James, Reagan, Kaylie, Julian, and his gangsters, and not to mention the continued help coming from the Riley family. Asher is also there to join the search for the girl who has been helping him while on campus.

"I'm sorry I didn't stop Clark from bullying you all this time" James said on the sidelines.

Asher shook his head. "It's okay" he replied, "you know who I am and still choose to hide my true identity from the media and that's enough for me. Thank you," she added and smiled.

Kaylie and Reagan are looking at the little interaction between James and Asher. Honestly, the two of them do not know that Asher is the son of one of the golden money. Although the former at least Asher's parents once occupied the title of the big tree. The most respected member of the golden money.

"Is the news out?" Ask James.

"Yes. Your father and my father have gone up to the press."

Asher looked at Kaylie and Reagan in turn, then smiled. "Later. You'll know for yourself" replied the girl, nodding.

Not wanting to argue about it anymore, they all went directly to the location that was allegedly the Rosaline detention center. A few hours ago before the news of the golden money came out, James pretended to call Clark to ask about their marriage.

At first Clark did not pick up, but after the experiment the three red-haired girls just answered. Through the short call, one of Julian's men tracked down the phone and found the location of his whereabouts.

Just like the previous location, this new location was on the other edge of the city, rickety, and seedy.

I don't know how many rickety houses the Jenkins family owns.

Stopping in front of the house they were referring to, Julian and Daniel took a look before throwing his attention at James. From the glance of his eyes that led to the rickety house, Julian asked if this was the house they were looking for and James nodded his head in a sign that Julian's guess was correct.

Like seeing an action movie, Julian's men immediately surrounded the rickety house with rifles in their hands. Meanwhile, James complies with Julian telling him to call the police.

As they planned, James would go in first followed by Julian, Reagan, and Daniel from behind. Then Julian's men would stand guard around the house if Clark ran away, while Asher and Kaylie waited for the police.

"I'm going to the second floor. You guys check the first floor. Be careful, make sure there is no sound for Clark to be sure there is no one but me here," James and the three men nodded.

Separating in there, James quickly climbed the stairs and miraculously no sound was made from the squeaking of his shoes. He rolled his gaze around, watching every corner on the second floor until his eyes met the only closed door.

James stuck his ear to the door, listening carefully to the sounds that made it possible to get out of there. Not hearing anything, James slowly touched the knob and opened the door carefully.

Inside, James found a mirror stuck in the middle of the room with minimal lighting in front of him. Curious and suspicious, the man walked up to the mirror and put his finger there.

He feels weird. First why the lights in the room are installed adjacent to the mirror rather than in the middle of the ceiling. And not to mention his rather slow finger movements than ordinary mirrors.

"Is there another room behind this mirror?" James is suspicious.

Without thinking long —no longer care if it turns out behind the mirror is a sturdy brick wall— James clenched his hand and threw a fist towards the mirror in front of him.

CRASHH!!

Glass is scattered on the floor. Just as he had expected, behind the suspicious mirror was another room. James could feel a strong wind coming from inside. Without fear, he barged inside.

With a small illumination coming from his phone, James noticed there were many barrels of oil and oil in the room. He walked slowly, afraid of slipping until he finally reached a place with curtains.

"What's in there?" Sluggishly.

James raised his head after removing the curtain from his view and was shocked when he saw a human figure lying on the floor with his hands and feet tied. His mouth was covered with duct tape and his eyes were closed.

James knows who that is.

"Rousalina!!"