Raised From The Wild-Chapter 343: The Culprit 2
The tall man exuded an imposing aura as he entered the room, his hands casually tucked in his pockets. "Itβs not her," he stated firmly, his voice leaving no room for doubt. π§πππππ«π·π€πΏππ‘.ππ€πΆ
Stephane surreptitiously glanced at him, feeling a familiar sense of unease and suppression welling up within him.
Princess Amaya turned to look at Charles, and as their eyes met, she noticed a familiar flicker in his gaze. It reminded her of the way Marx would look at her whenever he was concerned about her well-being.
She struggled to pull her eyes away from him and redirected her attention to Detective Meyers. To her surprise, the detective was no longer seated in the leather chair and appeared rather passive, resembling a docile donkey.
Detective Meyers rushed to tell Chancellor Gray the news, his words tumbling out in a flurry as he explained, "Chancellor Gray, we just reviewed the CCTV footage, and based on the video, Miss Rocas was the most probable suspect."
The detective could feel Charles Grayβs piercing stare drilling into him after he completed his statement. A wave of unease settled in the pit of his stomach, causing beads of sweat to form on his forehead.
"The stable has four CTTVs. Did you only look at one from a poor angle?" Charles Gray scolded him.
Detective Meyers hesitated, avoiding Charlesβs gaze as he admitted, "I was informed that the other CCTVs werenβt functioning..." he stammered.
Charles felt a pounding ache in his head as he heard that the other CCTV cameras were out of order. His earlier hunch about the culpritβs identity was now validated.
"I have a body camera with me. I can show you the same footage you showed previously but from my vantage point." Princess Amaya interjected. She had been waiting for an opportunity to show the footage captured by the camera on her watch.
While the detective engaged Charles Gray in conversation, Amaya discreetly transmitted the recording from her high-tech watch to her cellphone. Unbeknownst to others, her watch possessed advanced technology capable of capturing a 360-degree view of her surroundings.
Princess Amaya pulled out her cell phone and began playing a video. The footage was then projected onto the large monitor, capturing the attention of everyone in the room. A hush fell over the room as all eyes were fixed on the wall. The video was remarkably clear, resembling a scene from a blockbuster movie. It depicted Amaya, the confident female lead, striding into the stables. Every detail was vividly captured, showing her full figure and the surrounding environment within a one-meter radius. As she passed by a majestic black horse, she came to a halt next to another horse, standing tall and resolute.
As she spoke to Apollo, she gently ran her fingers through the horseβs mane, expressing her trust in him. Afterward, she reached into her vest pocket and pulled out something intriguing. The video resolution was so high that everyone could see a cubed sugar with sprinkles of greenish powder.
The stunning white stallion delicately sniffed the cubed sugar, savoring its sweet scent before consuming it, then exhaled with a sense of satisfaction.
Princess Amaya gracefully approached the next white horse and began conversing with her as if they were old friends, affectionately calling her Artemis. After spending ten minutes in the company of the two majestic horses, a rugged-looking man in jeans and a black vest appeared by Princess Amayaβs side and skillfully led the black horse away.
The screen turned black. The video clip ended. Everyone was silent.
After exchanging accusatory words with Monica earlier, Mrs. Barton was the first to break the silence.
"Princess Amaya, I apologize for my rude behavior earlier. I was swayed by the evidence presented to me." Mrs. ... bowed to her and spoke sincerely. She shifted from addressing her Miss Rocas to Princess Amaya, which showed her acknowledgment of Amaya being royalty.
"I am deeply ashamed for the way I treated you... My husband just told me that you were the one who risked your life to save my daughter. I am sincerely sorry for accusing you, and I want to thank you for saving Monica," she said with humility. She was not one to hold on to her pride. She recognized her mistakes and knew when it was important to ask for forgiveness.
"Madame Barton, I forgive you. We are both victims in this situation, and I donβt hold any blame against you. If I were in your position and saw the video that was presented earlier, I might also have thought that I was the one at fault," Amaya said in a respectful tone.
"Detective Meyers, it is imperative that you apprehend the true culprit who is still out there. Failure to do so will result in grave injustice for Monica." The Dean of Sports said sternly.
Detective Meyers replied with a mumbled, "Rest assured, we will do our best."
Princess Amaya quickly glanced at the elegant wristwatch adorning her delicate wrist. Standing beside her, Charles Gray looked intrigued at the timepiece. The crimson watch guard partially obscured its original design, adding an air of mystery to the elegant accessory.
"Detective Meyers, if there is nothing else, I will be on my way. Iβve wasted a lot of time here, and Iβm about to miss my brotherβs event," Princess Amaya said impatiently as she started pacing.
"Princess, let me accompany you back." Stephane offered.
Amaya was on the verge of agreeing when Charles suddenly interrupted. "I drove my car here, but Mr. Stephaneβs car was in the parking lot, and it would take him some time to bring it here. If we wait for him, youβll miss your brotherβs event."
Stephane remained silent and offered Amaya a small smile. Despite his attempt to conceal his anger towards Charles Gray, the bulging vein on his forehead and his tightly pursed lips betrayed his true emotions.
"Dean, please take care of Artemis. Iβll be back later after Donelloβs archery competition is done."
"Donβt worry about the horse. She is already being taken care of," the dean said, waving his hand and signaling Princess Amaya to go.
Princess Amaya walked gracefully by his side as Charles Gray took the lead. The Dean of Sports and Stephane Gray trailed closely behind. Observing the two figures ahead, Stephane furrowed his brows, reminded of a past event at Lireya Alpha University. It was a scene from years ago, where Marx and Princess Amaya strolled together while he followed from a distance.
He shook his head vigorously to dispel his thoughts. "Itβs impossible. It cannot be!"
