Chapter 1165

"Lyse, if you're planning a future with me in it, does it mean you're willing to marry me?" Jasper

flashed a cheeky grin and pinched Alyssa's cheek.

Alyssa protested, "No! I'm not marrying you. That was ..."

She had just thought that his proposal was shabby.

At the police station, Cyrus was facing a dilemma. The time limit for Sophia's detention had lapsed,

and both the Beckett family and his superiors were exerting pressure to release Sophia within the

next two hours.

The clock was ticking.

Simon Lynch emerged from the interrogation room after speaking with Sophia. He strolled over to

Cyrus’ desk, arrogantly crossing his legs. Lifting his chin, he sneered, "Chief Taylor, I understand your

desire to seek justice for your sister, but everyone is equal under the law. No innocent citizen shall

be treated unfairly.

"Abusing your authority against Sophia serves no purpose. It only exposes your inadequacy as a law

enforcement officer. You're too young, lacking the experience and vision of your seniors.”

"Are you saying that Sophia Kirkman is an innocent citizen?" Cyrus raised a skeptical brow and

directed a piercing gaze at Simon's smug face. "Mr. Lynch, you're full of shit. Why else would you

have said that?"

"You—" Simon's face reddened with anger. As he was about to slam the table, he held back at the

thought of his social standing. He gritted his teeth. "Chief Taylor, you'd be naive to think I can't take

action against you because you're Winston Taylor's son. What you did was a personal attack. I could

file a complaint against you.”

"Do it if you dare,” Cyrus smirked, knowing fully that Simon was nothing more than a bully who

preyed on the weak. Sometimes, he couldn't help but muse about the stark contrast between Sean,

the gentleman, and his wretched older brother Simon.

"Chief Taylor, it's time to give up,” Simon remarked.

He leaned against the chair and haughtily checked his wristwatch. "You have two hours. What's the

point of putting up a futile defense? The outcome will not change. You're just a lowly policeman

who could change nothing. If I were you, I'd rather act in the capacity of Cyrus Taylor. That might be

more effective in getting what you want.”

"Hah, what nonsense. Who do you think you are?" Cyrus stared squarely at Simon's annoying face

and emphasized, "Sophia Kirkman will be detained until the time is up, even if there are only two

hours left.”

Simon shrugged. “I'm fine with it as long as it doesn't stop me from catching up on my TV show

tonight.”

Beneath Cyrus’ composed demeanor, he clenched his fist in silent frustration, cursing Simon for

being passive-aggressive.

Was there no hope for a miracle in Sophia's case?

At that moment, a policewoman rushed over, exclaiming, "Chief Taylor, someone has turned himself

in!"

"Which case is this?"

"It's Sophia Kirkman's case. The man claims he supplied Sophia with drugs. He has evidence proving

her drug use!”

Upon hearing this, Cyrus's eyes lit up, his heart racing. Meanwhile, Simon held his breath, stunned

by the unexpected turn of events.

Cyrus inquired, "What's his name?"

Right then, Tristan confidently approached Cyrus, a faint smile playing on his lips.