The hospital director wore a gloomy expression as he followed behind the police officers.


    The technician led them to the floor of the VIP wards, drawing the attention of many as they passed by


    the wards.


    When they reached the door of Pierre''s ward, the technician turned to the police and said, "This is the


    ward he was registered in."


    "Open the door," instructed one of the police officers with a cold and unfriendly look on his face.


    Ever since Pierre had gone on the run and disappeared, they had put in a lot of effort to find him.


    However, they had not found any leads. Their superiors had be increasingly dissatisfied with their


    efficiency. They had handed down the task documents numerous times both openly and behind the


    scenes.


    Still, Pierre was nowhere to be found.


    They would not have found their way here if it were not for an anonymous tip-off email!


    The technician immediately pushed the door open when he heard that.


    The police officers entered the ward. The lead officer nced at the man lying on the hospital bed.


    After a quickparison with a photo of Pierre, he said, "It''s him. Take him into custody."


    Pierre had a grim expression as he looked at the police officers who stood in the spacious ward. He


    knew what was going on without having to ask.


    However, he was unaware of the anonymous tip-off email. Neither Old Master Mallory nor Karen had


    informed him.


    "I''m a patient now. Where are you taking me?" Pierre did not struggle because of the cast on his leg.


    He realized it would be futile.


    As he watched the police officers approach him with a handcuff, his eyes darkened, but there was


    nothing he could do at this moment.


    "We have our own detention ward at the police station, Mr. Pierre. You are suspected of illegal


    financing and bribery. Please cooperate with our investigation," said the police officers. They intended


    to handcuff Pierre, but noticing the IV drip on his arm, they turned around to look at the hospital


    director. He was at the back of the group. "Could you pleasee and remove the needle?"


    The hospital director was being watched by the police officers. He had no choice but to step forward.


    He removed the needle in front of everyone and under Pierre''s cold stare.


    After pressing the spot for a few seconds, he let go and stepped back. "Take him away," said the police


    officers.


    A few of them helped Pierre out of bed and got him onto a wheelchair. Even though Pierre''s legs were


    injured, they securely fastened his hands to the wheelchair as a precaution.


    The cold handcuffs touched the skin of Pierre''s wrists. His face grew even darker.


    A police officer began pushing the wheelchair.


    Sunny, who was holding a bottle of saline solution in her hands, was slightly surprised when she saw


    the scene. She instinctively turned to the hospital director and said, “Sir."


    The hospital director shook his head and said, "It''s none of your business. Go back to work."


    Sunny felt an inexplicable thrill when she saw Pierre being handcuffed. She could actually witness this


    scene!


    Honestly, she hoped more than anyone that Pierre would face the consequences of thew. If it were


    not for the fact that the hospital''s director was her rtive, she would have reported him secretly.


    Unexpectedly, fate had its way. Someone discovered that Pierre was right here in this hospital even


    though Sunny did not report it.


    Sunny stood there, thinking about the harassment she had endured from Pierre''s gaze over the past


    few days. She stared intently at his handcuffs, secretly hoping they would stay on for a long time.


    With Pierre being arrested by the police, she would no longer have to work night shifts every day and


    endure his advances...


    Sunny''s heart leaped with joy, and she secretly eximed, ''That''s awesome!''


    Sunny was secretly rejoicing in her heart when Pierre got arrested, while the hospital director wore a


    troubled expression. Even though Pierre said that a doctor would take the me for all the charges, the


    hospital director could not help but feel uneasy.


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    What if the doctor changed his mind...?


    What if this whole thing was not handled properly? It could have a really negative impact on the


    hospital.


    As the hospital director watched the police escort Pierre away, he thought that it seemed like he would


    not be leaving the office anytime soon. He would have to summon the PR department staff for a


    meeting.


    When they reached the first floor in the elevator, Pierre suddenly said, "I''d like my face covered."


    The two police officers exchanged nces with each other. They were initially going to exin that


    their police car was parked in the underground lot and that reporters would not catch anything.


    Eventually, they did not say anything and ced a hood over his head.


    Pierre was taken straight to the detention ward in Central Hospital. The orthopedic doctor on duty


    received the medical records transferred by the police and examined Pierre. After checking on him and


    learning that Pierre was fine, the police ced him in the detention ward.


    "I''d like to see mywyer," said Pierre as soon as the orthopedic doctor left.


    It was unlikely that the Mallory family did not know the police were looking for him, but they had not


    taken any action at the moment. He needed to consult awyer to understand what was going on.


    "It''s toote now. Get some rest. We can arrange for awyer tomorrow," replied the police officer,


    refusing to interrogate Pierre at this hour.


    Pierre''s face darkened.


    After a while, a nurse entered with a tray and said to the police officer, "Dr. Fields prescribed this saline


    solution. I need to give it to the patient now."


    Dr. Fields was the orthopedic doctor on duty who had examined Pierre earlier.


    "Okay," replied the police officer who sat in a chair nearby, watching the nurse give Pierre the injection.


    Other than confirming Pierre''s name, the nurse did not engage in any further conversation.


    After that, she said, "Remember to press the call button if you run out of IV fluidter."


    She said this to the guarding police officer. The detention ward did not have nursing staff. Thus, all


    matters fell under the responsibility of the officer on duty.


    "Okay." The police officer nodded.


    After the nurse left, Pierre shifted slightly to find a morefortable position. Then, he looked up at the


    liquid slowly entering his body through the bottle. His eyes deepened.


    Finally, he looked at the police officer sitting there.


    Even though there were no other people there, the police officer sat upright, his gaze locked onto


    Pierre''s eyes with unwavering determination.


    Pierre remained silent, and so did the police officer.


    They continued to look at each other, sizing each other up. In the end, Pierre broke the silence with a


    question, "How did you guys know I was in that hospital?"


    He was eager to know who the hell ratted him out.


    The police officer remained silent.


    Pierre added, "Cat got your tongue?"


    "Mr. Pierre, if you have something to say, let''s wait until tomorrow." The police officer had no intention


    of revealing their investigative process to him.


    His superiors had told him that Pierre was not an easy person to deal with. He had to be cautious and


    meticulous in his mission.


    The police officer even thought that if it were not for Pierre''s broken leg, they might not have


    sessfully arrested him this time.


    Pierre rolled his eyes. He decided toy t and not say anything more.


    A night passed.


    After Old Master Mallory woke up, he first nced at the newspaper.


    As he expected,st night''s police operation to arrest Pierre had made headlines.


    Old Master Mallory wore a cold expression on his face. Although the photos used by the journalists did


    not capture Pierre''s figure, police officers were seen at the hospital''s entrance. The departure of police


    cars was also captured. These photos were prominently disyed in the newspapers.


    Mr. Be also knew about it. He carefully handed a cup of tea to Old Master Mallory when he noticed


    his gloomy expression.


    The old master had learned about the situationst night, but it was not convenient for the Mallory


    family to intervene at this time. They had to clean up Pierre''s situation well. Therefore, the old master


    took some sleeping pills and went to sleepst night.