Jeremy opened his lips calmly and said, “It’s the Carter Gray of St. Piaf, the one of royal lineage.”

“...” The police officer was stunned by the words. Then, he immediately denied, “What nonsense are you going on about? Mr. Gray wouldn’t do such a thing. You are simply being outrageous!”

As soon as the police officer had finished scolding, the interrogation room door opened, admitting a seemingly more experienced, middle-aged police officer who politely invited in another individual.

Jeremy’s face was a mask of calm as he watched the man approach him, his hands hardening into fists.

Carter noticed Jeremy's displeasure and pressed his lips into a complacent smile.

“I’ve reminded you a long time ago that challenging me will only ensnare her into this situation.”

Upon hearing this, Jeremy's clenched fist slowly loosened. The corners of his beautiful lips burst into a smile that looked even more contented than Carter’s.

“Carter, do you think you’ve won in this situation? You’re w