Please Let Me Go

Chapter 175 There Was No Hope in his Life

After a while, he put on a weird smile.

In the dark room, Channing lay dejectedly on the damp bed.

In the small room, there was only a bed which was made up of several wooden boards, and on the

boards was laid a set of extremely thin and wet bedding.

And just a few meters away from the bed was a squat toilet with nothing to separate the bed from the

toilet.

Channing looked at the darkness around him and smelled the pungent sour smell, smiling bitterly.

The reason why the policeman who interrogated him didn't get any clues from him wasn't that

Channing was stubborn. If he had really committed a crime, he would probably have confessed if the

policeman took some approaches.

But the key was that although Channing might have broken other laws and regulations, he really didn't This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

possess drugs and guns. Therefore, it was impossible for him to come up with anything.

However, only he knew this. Joseph, who interrogated him, only thought that he was being stubborn.

Joseph wanted to take Channing as a clue, track down his guns and drugs, and crack a major case in

the end by following the clue. Now that Channing was so stubborn, he knew that it was impossible to

get any valuable clues from Channing.

Therefore, on the third day of interrogation, Joseph directly transferred Channing to the detention

house.

When he was about to transfer Channing to the detention house, he berated in loud voice and with

stern expression, "Don't think that you can escape the punishment as long as you don't admit and say

anything. Guns and drugs were all found in your apartment. You're just going to jail!"

After a pause, he continued, "I've told you that you will receive a lighter sentence if you tell the truth.

Since you are unwilling to confess, you will be severely punished by the court!"

Facing Joseph's reproach, Channing wanted to cry. He really didn't did it, how could he confess?

Maybe there was still a way. Although Channing had no evidence, he was almost certain that Antonio

framed him in retaliation. It was easy for a super-rich man like Antonio to get guns and drugs.

He could confessed what he had done before. Although he had gone too far, it was certainly a much

lighter crime than illegal possession of guns and drugs.

Moreover, he believed that the police were capable. Even if they could not get the evidence that

Antonio possessed guns and drugs in his home, they would be at least able to find that he was

innocent on this issue.

However, in this way, Alvin would be found to be involved in this issue. Then, not only would he not get

money from Alvin, but he would also have another powerful enemy--Alvin, apart from Antonio.

Channing didn't want this to happen. More importantly, he believed that Alvin would save him.

Otherwise, once he disclosed everything, Alvin would also be in great trouble.

However, Channing had been in the detention house for three days and Alvin had never appeared.

He was losing his confidence. He didn't want to stay in this hellhole, even for a moment.

To Channing's relief, Alvin came to find him when he was about to lose his grip.

When Alvin stepped into this small room, he couldn't recognize him in the first place because it was

dark inside.

On the contrary, Alvin pre-empted him and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time, Channing."

"Mr. Alvin, Mr. Alvin, I knew you'd come. You'd come to rescue me. You're here to rescue me today,

aren't you?" Channing's eyes gleamed, and his voice trembled slightly because of excitement.

Alvin just smiled, but didn't say a word. After a while, he shook his head slowly.

For Channing, he shook in an extremely slow way. He seemed to see the hope of life losing little by

little when he shook his head.

"Mr. Alvin, you're joking, right?" Channing somewhat couldn't believe what he had seen.

Alvin shook his head again, still slowly.

Channing suddenly understood. He was so furious that he glared at him with his eyes extremely wide

open, "Shit! Do you want to get rid of me just after I finished what you tell me to do? I tell you it's

impossible. If I go to jail, you can't get away with it either!"

Channing shouted angrily, but Alvin wasn't influenced by it at all.

"Don't get excited, fella. What about listening to this before you shout again?" Alvin took out a recording

pen from his pocket with a smile.

He pressed the button switch, and the voice from it reverberated in the air.

Channing was dumbfounded. He heard the voice of Alvin and ...the voice of his mother.

The next second, he seemed to understand something and shouted, "Asshole, you are threatening

me!" As he said, he raised his fist to hit Alvin. Alvin didn't dodge, but said slowly, "Remember that if you

bring me any trouble or pain, I'll give ten times the trouble or pain back to your mother. After all, I care

about repaying others."

Hearing this, Channing suddenly paused. There was a conflict in his eyes.

A few seconds later, he withdrew his fist, and he leaned feebly against the wall and sat decadent in the

corner.

It seemed that there was no longer any hope in his life.

Alvin walked out of the detention house and looked up at the white clouds in the sky. He sighed slightly

not because he sympathized with Channing, but because he spent so much money to save a trash.

Seeing him, the secretary quickly got off the car and bent over to open the door for him. Alvin sat in the

car without any expression. When the secretary returned to the driver's seat, he asked in low voice,

"Have the photos been sent?"

Hearing this, the secretary nodded several times. Alvin smiled meaningfully. For a long time, after he

pushed his thoughts away and found that the secretary wasn't driving, he frowned and asked with a bit

of displeasure, "Why haven't you started the car?"

The secretary was so scared that he started the car and drove away hurriedly.

In the Baron's house, Ivy collected the rooms early in the morning and was going to sweep away the

fallen leaves in the yard. When she opened the door, she saw a letter on the ground. Picking it up

suspiciously, she looked around for a long time, but didn't see any person. She looked at it carefully,

finding that it was sent to Hermosa.

She did not dare to delay, stopped her work and ran to find Hermosa in a hurry.

At the luxurious dining table, Hermosa was eating breakfast alone. Since Antonio moved out, she

gradually got used to eating alone. It was always very quiet at in the house. Hermosa believed that

people should behave gracefully, so she strictly demanded that each housemaid should not make a

loud noise in the house and should not run at random.

Ivy was in such a hurry that she forgot Hermosa's demand. Hermosa was very displeased when she

saw her running and shouting. Therefore, she didn't respond after Ivy came to her for a long time. After

breakfast, she picked up the napkin beside her hand and gently wiped her mouth.

"What happened?"

Her answer showed her attitude.