Santo — the Chief of Police of Makazhar City. A man with enough influence and authority to determine the final outcome of this entire incident — stepped into the investigation room.
His footsteps were steady, his eyes sharp, and his aura carried the weight of command; a presence that demanded silence, as though the very air had to yield to his authority.
Al gazed at the people inside the room with his usual indifferent expression — his eyes lingering briefly on the newly arrived chief. He noticed the subtle smiles on the faces of the principal, Darius, Kugo, and Lefon.
And with that single observation, he understood immediately.
So this man is their trump card, huh…? Hmph. Let's see how they plan to play it. He thought.
Upon entering, the police chief greeted the elite fathers warmly — a handshake here, a respectful nod there — before taking over the room as though it were his stage.
The expression in their eyes shifted. Their confidence bloomed like poison.
