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The atmosphere on the lawn of Constance Estate grew increasingly oppressive.

As the sun gradually set in the west, its orange-red rays pierced through the clouds and spilled onto the lawn, gilding everything with a warm golden edge, yet doing nothing to dispel the stagnant atmosphere.

The guests, who had been detained for nearly three hours, were running out of patience.

Some people began pacing impatiently, some complained in hushed tones to their companions, and others went directly to the police officers guarding the edge of the lawn and demanded to know when they could leave.

But the officer only said one thing: "Team Leader Riley has ordered that everyone must wait until all questioning is over and it is confirmed that there is no suspect before they can leave."

These words ignited the crowd's discontent.

Anderson, arms crossed, stepped out of the crowd and walked straight up to Officer Riley, who was handing over instructions to his officers. His face showed undisguised impatience, and he spoke in a cold tone:

"Officer, I'd like to ask how long you intend to detain us?"

Officer Riley turned to Anderson, his brow furrowing slightly, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Anderson, the case is still under investigation. All personnel present are required to cooperate with the questioning; that's the rule."

"Regulation?"

Anderson scoffed, pointed to the group of guests behind him, and his dissatisfaction deepened. "We've all cooperated with your questioning, signed the statements, what more do you want from us?"

"We were all invited to the party by Miss Constance; we were witnesses to this incident, not suspects. What right do you have to detain us all here, not even letting us leave the manor?"

His voice was loud enough that all the guests present could hear him clearly.

The crowd, already harboring resentment, immediately joined in:

"That's right! We've all cooperated, why can't we leave?"

"I have an important business dinner tonight. If I'm delayed, will your police station be responsible?"

"Officer Riley, I had dinner with your chief last week. Give me a straight answer: when are you going to let us leave?"

Suddenly, the situation became somewhat out of control.

These nobles and the extremely wealthy, who usually tried their best to maintain their composure, finally couldn't hold back any longer.

Officer Riley's face grew increasingly grim, and a vein throbbed slightly on his forehead.

He knew, of course, that these guests were all wealthy and powerful, mostly nobles and rich merchants from Rom, none of whom were easy to mess with.

But the case was too bizarre. The four men and three women in the carriage were all entangled in a way that defied the laws of human anatomy, and were in a deep coma. Not a single one of them woke up until Grayson disassembled them and transported them away.

Moreover, whether the carriage's sudden appearance here was a coincidence or deliberately arranged to target this party remains inconclusive.

Don't be fooled by the friendly demeanor these nobles and wealthy merchants show when they meet.

Behind the scenes, there are probably some unknown conflicts and schemes.

He strongly suspected that the carriage incident was orchestrated by someone present at the scene.

He would never let these people leave before he had thoroughly investigated and eliminated all potential risks.

Officer Riley took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and said in a deep voice to the crowd:

"Everyone, I understand how you feel."

"But this case is egregious, and we must ensure everyone's safety and eliminate all potential risks."

"Please be patient and wait a little longer. Once we have completed all the investigation work, we will let you leave as soon as possible."

These words clearly failed to calm the crowd down.

Anderson's impatience deepened, and he was about to continue his attack when the roar of a car engine suddenly came from the villa entrance.

A black luxury car slowly pulled up in front of the villa. The door opened, and two men in exquisite suits stepped out.

The man walking in front was around fifty years old, with his hair neatly combed, wearing a dark gray tailored suit, carrying a black briefcase, and wearing a calm smile on his face, but his eyes revealed a sharpness that came from years of experience.

The man following behind him was younger, around thirty years old, dressed in a black tuxedo and top hat, holding an exquisite ebony cane. His face was expressionless, his eyes cold, and when he swept over the crowd, he did so with a scrutinizing indifference.

The arrival of the two instantly silenced the noisy scene.

All eyes were on the two men who had suddenly appeared.

When Officer Riley saw the face of the middle-aged man walking in front, his expression immediately darkened, and a clear look of doubt flashed in his eyes.

He recognized the man.

Ruben Hayes, the most famous lawyer in Rom, is notoriously difficult to deal with and charges exorbitant fees. He only serves Rom's top aristocrats and wealthy businessmen, and he has never lost a case.

Of course, his reputation is also mixed.

Lawyer Ruben walked up to Riley with a smile, extended his hand, and said calmly:

"Officer Riley, it's been a long time."

Riley looked at the outstretched hand, hesitated for two seconds, then reached out and shook hands with the other man, asking stiffly:

"Attorney Reuben, I'm curious, what brings you here?"

Riley continued, a hint of sarcasm in his voice, "Shouldn't you be enjoying your dinner at a fine restaurant on Enclave Street at this hour?"

"hehe."

Ruben smiled slightly, seemingly unconcerned by Riley's teasing.

"I have been commissioned by the Duke of Rockwell to come here to assist Miss Constance with the legal matters related to this incident."

Attorney Reuben smiled impeccably and added in a calm tone, "Of course, I also want to inform the Duke about the progress of the investigation."

Officer Riley's expression stiffened slightly, becoming even more unpleasant.

He knew perfectly well that Ruben's presence here was not to assist with legal matters, but to put pressure on the police.

Duke Rockwell is the most prestigious nobleman in Rom, and even the mayor has to give him some respect, let alone a head of the serious crimes unit.

"The Duke's information network is certainly impressive." Officer Riley smirked, his tone laced with undisguised sarcasm. "The case only happened at noon, and this afternoon they've already brought in your renowned lawyer."

Lawyer Ruben's smile remained unchanged; he didn't respond to his comment, but continued:

"Officer Riley, by now, all the guests present should have cooperated with the police in their questioning and all statements should have been signed."

"They are innocent witnesses to this accident, not suspects, and the police have no reason to continue detaining them."

Ruben's tone remained gentle, yet carried an undeniable force.

"According to the Imperial Law on Public Security, the police can only detain individuals who are suspected of committing a major crime for no more than 24 hours."

"The gentlemen and ladies present have no suspicion of committing any crime, and the police have no right to restrict their personal freedom."

"If Officer Riley insists on continuing to detain the guests, my law firm will represent all the guests in a formal administrative lawsuit with the Rom City Police Department and the Imperial Judicial Council."

Upon hearing this, Officer Riley's face turned completely dark.