Drake Trent stiffened his neck, veins bulging like cords on his flushed skin. He glared at Alvin Morgan as if he were his father’s killer.
Alvin Morgan continued, "If you don’t believe , have a Martial Healer your family trusts conduct an examination. Aurora, let him go."
Dawn Miles flicked her fingers, and the Power Domain surrounding him dissipated, its Power draining away like oil from a punctured drum.
Drake Trent got to his feet again and stord out, his voice a roar. "August Trent, go get Mr. Trent! Now—"
Outside, August Trent flinched and quickly pulled out his phone to make a call.
Two hours later, the autopsy results ca back, more or less confirming what Ronan Warner had said. Drake Trent’s face was ashen as he glared at the Martial Healer, Mr. Trent.
"Are you sure my father was poisoned and died around noon?"
Mr. Trent t his gaze and asked hesitantly, "Then what is your opinion, Young Master?"
Drake Trent clasped his hands behind his back and watched him for a mont before looking away, his gaze falling upon Victor Trent lying on the bed with his eyes shut tight.
His skin was a deathly blue-purple, his lips nearly black. It was clearly a death by poisoning.
"Tell everyone outside that my father took the wrong dicine."
"Young Master—" August Trent cried out in shock.
"They’re just looking for an excuse to investigate the Trent Family. We can’t give them an opening right now."
"Young Master, even though the Family Head injured Lady Yamada, he always loved you. You can’t let him die with his na uncleared..." August Trent dropped to his knees with a thud, his eyes red as he spoke.
Drake Trent imdiately bent down to help him up, his tone softening. "Uncle August, my father will not have died for nothing. I promise you that."
August Trent looked into his cold, detached eyes and couldn’t help but shiver.
***
After the Trent Family’s Martial Healer made the public announcent, the mbers of the Martial Affairs Bureau were dumbfounded. They stared at the Trents in disbelief.
’The case is closed just like that?’
’This feels unreal.’
August Trent said to Alec, "We’re taking our Family Head’s body. Go ahead and draw up the release forms."
"Not so fast—"
"Does Young Lord Morgan have sothing to add?" Drake Trent asked, his expression dark.
Alvin Morgan’s hands were clasped in his lap, his gaze fixed on Drake’s. "What drug could achieve such an effect?"
Drake Trent looked at the Trent Family’s Martial Healer, who imdiately nad a drug and professionally added so pharmacological information.
"May we go now?" Drake Trent asked.
Alvin Morgan chuckled. "You may. However, this Pharmacist here needs to stay and explain why he poisoned Master Trent."
Mr. Trent froze, his eyes filling with panic as he instinctively looked toward Drake Trent.
"Young Master, I didn’t poison him..."
Drake Trent was about to defend him, but then he saw Alvin Morgan’s composed expression and froze.
In that fleeting mont of hesitation, Alvin Morgan spoke sharply. "Take him into custody—"
"Young Master—"
Alvin Morgan said coolly, "Soone who can recall the drug’s na and effects so clearly, without a mont’s hesitation, is either a pharmaceutical genius... or the murderer. What do you think, Young Master Trent?"
Drake Trent hesitated, his gaze toward Mr. Trent clouding with suspicion.
"Young Master, I’m innocent!"
But the agents from the Martial Affairs Bureau moved swiftly, taking the man directly into custody.
"My thanks, Young Master Trent."
The smile on Alvin Morgan’s face made Drake Trent’s blood run cold. "You tricked ?"
But Dawn Miles had already moved forward, shielding Alvin Morgan.
Alvin Morgan smiled. "Young Master Trent, the investigation will reveal whether or not I’ve tricked you."
Drake Trent was left speechless, fury smoldering in his eyes.
’Damn it...’
Back at the hotel, Drake Trent walked through the door and imdiately smashed his phone.
Even from behind, it was clear he was seething with rage.
Suddenly, a soft chuckle echoed in the room. Drake Trent froze.
August Trent imdiately drew his gun, on high alert. "Who’s there?"
A plain-looking stranger, a man with no discernible presence, slowly erged from the bathroom.
"Who are you?"
Drake Trent unleashed his Power Domain without hesitation, but the man shattered it with a single punch.
Their power was evenly matched.
"My na is Y, one of Lady M’s people." The man casually sat on a nearby sofa, looking completely relaxed.
Drake Trent’s expression hardened as he eyed the man suspiciously. "Do you have any proof?"
The stranger pointed to a silver case on the coffee table, which bore the distinctive IBG logo.
"I need Aurora Sinclair’s blood."
***
The Arcadia Freestyle Fighting Tournant finally resud after a two-day suspension.
Grace Sherwood, the head of the Sherwood Clan, formally requested to withdraw from the competition with the Arcadian Martial Alliance.
All the Sherwood Clansn withdrew from the venue, causing the "Sherwood Clan Banned Drug Scandal" to beco an international trending topic.
Grace Sherwood personally called Alvin Morgan to apologize and then traveled to Veridia to secretly escort the now-crippled Cassian Sherwood back ho.
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