A Nobody to a Trillionaire: The $100 Trillion Vault Changed Everything Chapter 41: Hemlock Poison

The police quarters was silent.

Mrs. Jackson sat inside a room within those sa quarters, on an iron chair, and after monts of waiting, the door finally creaked open. She looked up to see an officer bringing the captain inside — Cade — whose hands were bound by handcuffs.

There was an unmistakable sourness and perhaps rage, too, in the broken gentleman as she locked eyes with him. But the anger of a poor man wasn’t her business at this mont.

So, she looked away.

The officer soon brought the captain to sit opposite Mrs. Jackson; then he bowed at her.

"The caras are off as you requested," the officer inford her.

Mrs. Jackson slowly shifted her glance at him, then nodded in the sa manner. "Good job. Also, keep it to yourself that I visited."

"Understood, ma’am."

Afterward, the man left, leaving the two of them staring in silence.

Mrs. Jackson soon asked, "How is the station air treating you so far?"

The captain hesitated for a few seconds before he spoke, though one could actually see through his resentnt that he was trying hard to hide.

"Decent enough when I am yet to be taken to court."

"That’s true," Mrs. Jackson mumbled before taking a cigarette out of her bag and lighting it. Then she took a puff and released it.

A slight smile of disbelief played around Cade’s lips. "You don’t smoke..."

"I started doing so a day ago," Mrs. Jackson bluntly responded. She shot him a glance and said, "I suppose you knew to control your mouth when asked things by the police."

Cade replied, "That—"

"Well... Tell them whatever you like; no one will truly believe the words of a madman," Mrs. Jackson cut in sharply, giving Cade a dismissive look.

The captain held his jaw tightly, but released it in the next second. Because nothing good will result from breaking habit at this mont.

But Mrs. Jackson saw through him. And she smirked. "Tch... Go on, you worthless bastard. You must think you have sothing against now and can act in any way you like."

But Cade couldn’t. He knew he mustn’t.

"If you go on and ntion ... Do you think you’ll be the first poor guy to place accusations against with no actual evidence?" she jested. She shook her head. "You’ll never know what influence ans when you have never been rich."

Cade swallowed. His chest ached.

He had known this woman was going to replace them anyti soon, but really experiencing it today hurts far more than just imagining it. His chest ached, and it tightened.

In the end, he at least attempted to vomit out so words. He groaned, looking her in the eyes, "I am not the first? Then does that an you have done this sa thing to others, turning your back on them and letting them carry the bla alone?!" His corneas were slowly reddening.

But seeing the woman smirk again, he couldn’t help but do the sa. Though there was a difference — one is from nonchalance while the other is woven from disbelief, from the pain of being turned into a tool to go through the torture alone.

"I am..." he almost could have said that...

But Mrs. Jackson suddenly placed a small black jar on the iron table. The captain slowly looked at the label and what he saw made his eyes widen, throat drying up...

Mrs. Jackson turned to him to say, "Let make sothing clear to you, Cade. You’re definitely not getting away with this case and will soon be prosecuted. And what’s even not a guarantee is the safety of your grandmother..."

"What the fuck are you pulling?!" Cade cut in, stomping off the chair and truth be told, he might have hit her in the face if only he weren’t in cuffs. He glared at her. Then whispered with tear-streaked eyes, "You promised ..." his tone was strong, "... that she would be safe if I do as you say. Don’t you—"

"We still are on that, Cade. Don’t be a jerk that’s too hesitant — I always took you for the perfect killing machine that shows no emotion, but in the end, you’re just a vulnerable human too. What a disappointnt," she proclaid.

A disappointnt? That... after all he had done for her?

She pointed at the bottle, which had the label "Hemlock".

"You know what to do with it. You’re the leader of the gang, so if you’re out, none of them matters anymore..."

Cade exhaled sharply. "You want ... to take a poison?"

Mrs. Jackson didn’t reply, but rose from her seat and paced past him. While she was just behind him, she mumbled,

"Seems you still don’t get it. I’m not persuading you or giving you a clear choice. Because if you don’t take it, trust , I can’t guarantee your grandmother seeing the next daylight."

Cade breathed in and out, his chest racing. He then turned toward her and asked,

"Do you just want dead for the fun of it? Or... are you scared I might really have evidence to prove your guilt to the cops?"

Mrs. Jackson smirked. And shook her head.

"Trust , you don’t. I am just taking care of you because soone won’t really want to partner with when they know you’re alive. Just... if you’re alive. I need their full trust at this point, and I don’t want so worthless dirt spoiling it. This is my way of surviving, kid."

The words weighed down on Cade’s heart as the woman left after saying,

"I need Kieran Holland’s full trust."

Before he could reminisce about anything, the police officer entered and, coming out clear as one of Mrs. Jackson’s spies, he kept the jar in Cade’s pocket. He whispered to him to do whatever the woman asked him to, or he would suffer the consequences. Then the guy led him to the police cell and carefully unlocked his cuffs before shutting the door.

Cade sighed out loud. Now, everyone knows about his life and gets to talk to him anyhow?

’Fuck!’

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The night sky around the golden mansion seed different, carrying a slight buoyancy as though the lights crawling around it were of magic... A red McLaren cruised around a water fountain to the near entrance of the towering mansion.

And in the next mont, Kieran and Amanda stepped out. There was tightness in their faces because they were eting soone today.

One of them was eting for the first ti and the other was...

"Just stay behind . I will handle everything in there," Kieran assured her.

Amanda nodded back, exhaling.

Then they walked forward toward the entrance, where a set of suited n and won bowed their way.

Kieran’s chest pounded. What does his father look like? How does he talk, and what things does he hate and like? How should he react when he ets him inside?

Kieran dragged down his tie a little. His chest ached. "Ah... Why do I even care?"

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