Chapter 1762

Josh staggered backward as Cyrus appeared, fear gripping him to his core.

Then, four plainclothes policemen filed in behind Cyrus, forming a wall.

Jameson's heart sank at the sight of the policemen barging in. He glanced gloomily at Jasper, who

remained as composed as a cat.

Jasper met his despondent gaze, his dark, cold eyes narrowing.

It felt as though two arrowheads, forged from opposing forces of ice and fire, collided explosively.

Jameson was ready to put on a good show.

He might have planned a controlled burn, but with Jasper around, things were bound to erupt into

a full-blown wildfire.

Lauren's eyes sparkled at the sight of Cyrus, whom she hadn't seen in a long while. She instinctively

raised her hand to greet him. "Cy..."

But then, she felt a weight on her shoulder. Slowly lifting her gaze, she met Landon's cold

expression. Her heart tightened as she withdrew her hand, too afraid to glance in Cyrus' direction.

"W-What's happening?" Josh panicked, his legs trembling.

"Josh Schmidt, you're under arrest for bribery, embezzlement of public funds, and sexual assault. We

have a warrant,” Cyrus stated coldly, presenting a piece of paper. "This is the arrest warrant. Do you

understand what I'm saying?"

"I don't understand," Josh exclaimed, feeling as though the sky had come crashing down upon him.

His head spun. "What does any of this have to do with me? What proof do you have?"

As a police officer, Cyrus had encountered his fair share of malicious and treacherous individuals.

Cyrus remained indifferent in the face of a sneaky bastard like Josh. However, his words carried such

authority that retaliation seemed futile.

"I'm not here to argue. The law exists to punish wrongdoing, uphold righteousness, and seek justice

for the victims.

"Josh Schmidt, you have the right to remain silent. This is the last dignity you can maintain as the

eldest son of the Schmidt family.”

As Cyrus moved to cuff Josh, the large screen in the banquet hall suddenly lit up.

What followed were harrowing scenes of abuse, accompanied by the agonizing screams of girls.

Each cry sent shockwaves through the audience.

The girls’ faces were deliberately blurred. But Josh's face, twisted with a primal snarl, was as clear as

day.

Simultaneously, the events were broadcast live on various media platforms, spreading Josh's

treacherous deeds nationwide like wildfire. The Schmidt Group could do little to contain it.

With a decisive click, the man responsible for demonizing countless girls was subdued by the cold

metal of handcuffs.

"It's not me... The person in the video isn't me."

Despite his riches and past victories, Josh faced his ultimate humiliation. "The video's a lie! That's

not me!" he shouted, a once-powerful man reduced to desperate denials in the face of public

scrutiny.

"If it isn't you, then who is it?"

Clarissa, who had remained silent until now, wore a steely expression as she strode into the midst of

the crowd. A palpable sense of hatred emanated from her moist, reddened eyes as she fearlessly

locked gazes with Josh. "These videos were extracted from your computer in the study room. I'm

certain the police have seized your computer. It will serve as undeniable evidence of your crimes.”

At that moment, Josh realized he had been betrayed by his own wife. In a flash, his mind cast back

to that unusual night. Clarissa, uncharacteristically forward, had seduced him in the study—it was all

a trap.

She had never been the smartest or the bravest. Now, she suddenly had the guts to do so. Could it

be...