Cassian Jennings had only been there a day, and he was already giving everyone at the police station a headache.
After all, he was the eldest son of the Jennings Family, a man of prestigious status. Moreover, he'd been inseparable since childhood with the young masters of the Grayson and Avery families.
How could they possibly dare to slight him?
Every last one of them wished they could send this menace on his way immediately.
But orders had come down from on high: he had to be detained for ten days before he could be released.
And so, they could only obey. He'd be kept for ten days. Except, it wasn't a real detention—it was more like letting Master Jennings use the police station as his personal lounge for ten days.
"Just tell me the truth. Which bastard gave the order to keep me here?" 'Thinking it over and over, there was no way it could be Tristan Grayson.'
'He hadn't done anything to provoke Tristan Grayson.'
