Brett lowered his eyes. Actually, he didn't know.

Last night, he received a mysterious call, asking him to go to a certain place to pick up some documents. He was forced to follow the instructions since he had caused trouble and was taken advantage of.

“Mr. Lawrence, forget about it. Anyway, my mission is finished."

He sighed. “Honestly, you are old and seriously ill. Why do you have to drag your daughter down with you? Why don't you just go to hell by yourself? Then, it's all over, right?"

The elevator reached the first floor. The doors opened, and Dora walked out.

When Nicole saw Dora alone, she immediately approached Dora and asked, “Mom, why are you down here? Where's dad? Will he be all right up there alone?"

Dora was about to say something when several men in uniform suddenly strode to them.

One of them showed an arrest warrant and said aloud, “Excuse me, where is Wesson Lawrence?"

For some reason, Nicole felt panicky. She asked nervously, “Why are you looking for my father? What do you want from him?

The officer explained, “There is a contract dispute, so we need Mr. Lawrence to come to the station for interrogation."

“A contract dispute?" Nicole took the arrest warrant from the officer.

The contract number was clearly written there.

Her legs suddenly went so weak that she almost fell to the floor.

She was in disbelief.

That contract was the one she begged Jarrod to destroy the other day.

What did Jarrod mean by this? He had promised her to settle the contract.

The officer asked, "Miss Lawrence, where is your father?"

Nicole was in a panic, and her hands trembled uncontrollably. But she clenched her fists tightly to calm herself down.

“Can you let me make a phone call first?"

The officer nodded. “Sure. Go ahead."