CH.13

Serena's wrists, so delicate, felt the harsh bite of the unforgiving metal handcuffs as the police officer gently ushered her into the back of the van.

She glanced over her shoulder at her father, President Bolting, who stood with a calm and composed demeanor at the entrance of the prestigious Royal Hotel. Despite his stoic exterior, his eyes revealed a tumultuous mix of pain and disbelief.

The van doors slammed shut, sealing Serena off from the chaos erupting outside.

She drew a shuddering breath. This had to be some cruel mistake. Her, accused of murder? The absurdity of it all threatened to overwhelm her.

Her trembling hands fumbled for her phone before remembering it had been confiscated as evidence.

A whimper escaped her lips as the van rumbled to life, its tires crunching on the gravel drive.

Outside, President Bolting watched helplessly as the van carrying his daughter disappeared around the bend.

As soon as it was out of sight, he pivoted on his heel and stormed toward his lin