Chapter 241


    In a great rush of excitement, J let out a small That ought to nail Agnes down!


    gasp.


    “You see it, right, Clemente?” she cried, shaking Clemente’s hand. “That is Agnes! She imed to


    be at her parent’s house, but she first called to the patrol center to divert you from home and then


    ambushed the owner so that she could swap thebels…Everything makes sense now!”


    There was another tiny problem.


    How did Agnes know that the owner was going to poison his wife that night?


    J didn’t know that for sure yet. But her guess was that the owner got his poison directly from


    Agnes. And it was Agnes who abetted the owner to kill his wife with poison.


    To prove her guess, they needed to talk to the owner again and confirmed the source


    of his poison.


    “Clemente!”


    She shook his hand again, “Let’s talk to the owner in the prison. Can you get the paper works


    done? How long will it take…Clemente?”


    He was sitting in his chair stiffly, his face pale like a ghost.


    J touched his hand and felt that it was ice cold.


    “Clemente…” she called his name again, watching his reaction carefully, “Clemente are you


    alright-”


    “FUCK!”


    Clemente jumped up and swept everything on the table to the floor.


    A huge noise echoed in the room.


    As though that still wasn’t enough to vent his anger, he jerked around to lift his chair and threw the


    chair at the wall-


    BANG!


    The wall and the door trembled followed by a heavy fall of dust.


    The door flew open the next second and a couple of soldiers came rushing in, horrified, “General


    Clemente! What is going on-”


    “OUT!” Clemente roared with bloodshot eyes.


    The soldiers froze on their spots, startled by his sudden outburst of cry.


    J stood behind him and gave the soldiers a nod, “We are good here. General Clemente and I


    need a moment alone.”


    “Y–Yes, Queen J…


    They backed out of the room and shut the door for them.


    J turned back to Clemente and ced a hand on his arm.


    She could feel his muscles flex because of rage under her touch.


    “Let it all out, Clemente. You have a reason to be angry,” she said in a low, calming


    voice.


    Clemente turned his neck stiffly and looked at her.


    His eyes were round with anger and blurred by tears.


    “She killed my brother…” he said in a trembling voice. “And she fucking lied to me…for years!”


    Tears streamed down his cheek.


    He hastily wiped it with the back of his hand. Yet more tears came pouring out.


    “I knew that she had a thing for Westin…but Keavy and she were mates! They were FUCKING


    MATES! And my brother loved her…so, so much. How could she do this to him? HOW COULD


    SHE!”


    His voice broke.


    “And…And me…” he choked, “I thought it was my fault…I didn’t go home on time that night and he


    ordered that fucking takeout…D–Do you know how many times Agnes guilt me with that over the


    years? She never let me forget that it was my fault for a single second! And the things she guilts me


    into doing… But it was her the whole


    time! She yed me like a fucking puppet! And she watched me suffer!!!”


    There was a heavy feeling in J’s chest as well.


    Agnes was the most cunning, ruthless, and maniptive person she had ever met.


    There was not a shred of humanity left in that woman.


    She was purely evil.


    “I am so stupid…” Clemente let out a devastatedugh. “If it weren’t for you…God knows how long


    she will keep ying like that…She will probably let me live under guilt for the rest of my life.”


    “But you know the truth now. You can finally take back control,” J said in a deep voice.


    “I am killing her. NOW!” Clemente hissed.


    His handsome face was contorted by fury.


    “We know the truth now. But the rest of the people don’t. Don’t you want to see her get socially


    destroyed before being sentenced to death?” J asked icily.


    She knew this type of woman.


    Harper, Agnes…they were all the same.


    They fed on other people’s adoration.


    Their reputations were everything to them.


    To destroy their type, exposing them in public was the best way.


    And the stage had been set already…Westin was throwing a celebration party for her tonight.


    J couldn’t think of a better asion to destroy Agnes.


    “Then let’s bring the evidence to the dining hall and show them to everyone!”


    Clemente said hastily.


    “No. We still need direct evidence of her crime. I suspect that she gave the owner the poison. If we


    fill that nk, there is no way she can deny it!”


    Clemente checked the time really quickly, “Fuck…the office is off duty now. There is no way we can


    get the paper works for the visit done today.”


    J raised an eyebrow, “You are the general. You don’t need any paper works. Just wave your


    badge in the air and tell whoever dares to stop you to fuck off.”


    Clemente gave J a look of disbelief.


    “Which underground mob did youe from?” he gasped.


    “Do you have a better way?”


    “No but…” he groaned. “…Alright fuck it. I am breaking more codes and disciplines in a single day


    than I did in a lifetime!


    They hurried and left the Patrol Center and headed to the prison.


    The Lycan’s prison was a dungeon located underneath the castle. Its only entrance is


    guarded heavily by soldiers.


    The leader of the security team stopped them at the entrance.


    “General Clemente, and Queen J, good day.” the leader bowed to them humbly, “What brought


    you to the prison?”


    Clemente cleared his throat, “We…We need to see a prisoner.”


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    “Of course. May I see the paper works?”


    Clemente cleared his throat again, an awkward look on his face, “…We don’t have the paperwork.”


    The leader looked stunned, “No paperwork? But General Clemente, you of all people should know


    the rules…”


    “Yeah… Yeah, I know the rules…But it is an emergent situation…”


    The furrow between the leader’s brows deepened, “No matter how emergent it is, the paperwork


    must be presented at the entrance. There was a lecture on army disciplines at the beginning of this


    month, hosted by you, General Clemente! How can you forget?”


    Clemente took in a deep breath and cast a pleading look upon J.


    …This guy was not cut out to be a thud.


    J let out a sigh internally and stepped up to face the leader.


    ‘Move aside,” said she in a freezing voice.


    The leader was taken aback, “Queen J-”


    “A bomb is about to go off and the prisoner we are talking to is the only one who knows about the


    location! People’s lives are at stake! Now do you really want to waste time on red tape?!” she


    snarled.


    The soldiers were agitated.


    And the leader gasped, “What? A–A bomb? But where…”


    “We don’t need toe down here if we know where now do we?! I am telling


    “We don’t need toe down here if we know where now, do we?! I am telling you–Move aside


    and let us in. NOW!”


    “But…But…” the leader looked to Clemente, panic–stricken.


    J raised her voice, “But what? It will be your fault when that bomb goes off and people die!”


    “Listen to your Queen!” Clemente snapped.


    “Yes!”


    The group quickly parted and let the two of them through.


    The leader cried to their back as they hurried downstairs and into the dungeon,


    Let us know if you need help with that bomb…”


    “You are a natural,” Clemente whispered into J’s ears.


    “All it takes is practice. Congrattions, General Clemente, you just made your first. step toward


    bing a master fraud.”


    Clemente let out a sigh, “No thank you very much…This is thest time I lie to my own soldiers.”


    They stopped a soldier on the way, who told them that the owner was locked in the -3 level, thest


    cell down the hallway.


    So they went lower still, down to the third level.


    They encountered a prison guard on the staircase. The guard had juste out of the third level,


    probably finishing up his patrol.


    J walked past that guard.


    She stopped abruptly the next second, looking over her shoulder, confused.


    ..Why did she smell blood on that guard?


    The guard had climbed upstairs and disappeared around the corner.


    “J, hurry!” Clemente urged her.


    “…Coming!”


    The two of them came into the third level and dashed down the hallway.


    The motion sensor light turned on automatically when they reached thest cell, illuminating the


    darkness.


    “-FUCK!” Clemente roared.


    J rounded her eyes with shock.


    The cell room’s door was open. And the owner was copsed on the cold ground with.


    a pool of blood underneath his body.


    “What the hell…HEY!” Clemente rushed inside to check the owner, “Hey stay with


    me-”


    J followed him in and checked the owner’s pulse.


    “He is dead,” she gritted.


    “But how…WHO DID THIS?!”


    J noticed that the owner’s pocket was turned inside out.


    Looked like the murderer emptied the owner’s pocket after the job.


    …That guard that she walked past by in the staircase! He got a blood smell on his body!


    “The guard!”


    J grabbed Clemente’s hand and cried, “He probably took the owner’s phone! There must be


    evidence on his phone! We must stop him before he destroys all evidence!!!