My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1141: Unspeakable Misery
He could only watch, with wide-open eyes, as all those seductive secrets lay just out of reach, gnawing at his mind with anxiety. But with things having come to this point, there was nothing to be done. They could only exhaust every means to find the true heir to the Hua family, yet without any substantial leads.
He thought that, at least, this daughter still had some utility, such as establishing an alliance through marriage, bringing benefits to himself; marrying her to Third Young Master Jun, bringing the power of the new organization into his fold.
Humph, once the godfather died, and Third Young Master Jun took control of the new organization, it would become a possession of his, Ivan’s, family.
Although Third Young Master Jun had a woman, he had never married, and she was pregnant now—with a big belly. Ha, men, especially wealthy ones, can least endure loneliness when their women are pregnant.
So, he sent Yiren to take advantage of the vulnerability and seduce Third Young Master Jun. Who would have thought, she couldn’t even handle an ordinary woman, the pregnant Ye Lu; she was rejected by Third Young Master Jun time and again, even bringing shame upon herself.
If it hadn’t been for her coming up with some news from who knows where, insisting that Third Young Master Jun had just lost a batch of weapons and would surely succumb to them, yielding to their demands, he would not have rushed over in such haste.
As a result, he not only lost his wife but his soldiers as well, suffering a significant loss in goods, losing more than just money. Now he was even caught. At this moment, he truly wished he could strangle this adopted daughter of his.
"..." Yiren had never been threatened so fiercely and violently by Ivanov, her heart trembling.
She truly believed that if it weren’t for these police officers, Ivanov would not let her off the hook. She suddenly became as quiet as ice, but the repressed hatred in the depths of her heart gradually grew. Once she mastered the secrets one day, she would no longer swallow her anger in silence.
Seeing that they had quieted down.
"Someone reported that you were smuggling arms and drugs. Quite bold of you, foreigners, to be this brazen," the leading officer glared at them with great anger and kicked out fiercely.
Ivanov was in utter distress, and Yiren dared not utter a word.
But they both exchanged a shocked glance, their mouths agape with huge doubts. Drugs? What drugs?
"You can’t just slap these charges on us," Ivanov said sternly.
"Slap these charges? Just take a look for yourself."
Quickly, the special police officers who had rushed in brought out boxes of goods, opened them up, and found firearms and drugs inside upon checking.
Seeing this, Ivan and his daughter’s eyes widened in disbelief, their faces turning pale. How could this be possible? They never dealt with such things.
After all, arms dealing was still a legitimate business; he was a legitimate businessman. But drugs, these substances were despised by governments all over the world.
If it were only personal use, the consequences wouldn’t be so severe. But now that these drugs were discovered and in no small quantity, it was enough to constitute a criminal offense.
If this got out, it was all over—no longer just a matter of reputation but also facing international lawsuits and imprisonment, akin to self-destruction of any future prospects.
In that instant, Ivanov’s face turned ashen, and he collapsed to the ground, filled with regret for making this trip to this damned place.
Suddenly remembering Feiyu’s inspection earlier, dawdling around, Ivanov’s bloodthirsty eyes filled with hatred. His chest heaved violently with anger—it was Feiyu’s doing. What a Third Young Master Jun, how malicious and cruel to lay such a vicious trap and frame them.
The leading officer, upon seeing the drugs, flew into a rage and began to beat and kick at them. Ivan and his daughter trembled with anger, screaming that prisoners cannot be mistreated.
"You scum, at death’s door, you won’t be pitied even if beaten to death."
