However, once they learned that the man sitting there was Kayden, the owner of a medium-sized company, instead of Cayden, the CEO of Trident Group, their eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
How is this possible? How can there be two people who look alike and share almost similar names?
Regardless of whether they believed it, the truth had been laid bare before their eyes.
Half an hour later, a group of police officers brought Marvin, who was handcuffed, to the conference room.
Marvin was in his fifties and had an air of authority around him. Nonetheless, his face looked haggard, while his eyes had a listless sheen in them. From the massive amount of weight that he lost, it was clear that prison had been physically and mentally torturous for him.
“Marvin, look at this man. Is he the Cayden you dealt with in the past?” the male public prosecutor questioned.
As Marvin struggled to look up, he began to scrutinize the energetic yet nonchalant man in front of him.
The moment his gaze fell upon Kayden's face, a cloudy glint flashed across his eyes.
Images of the past began to emerge in his mind.
After accepting bribes from countless people throughout the years, he had finally lost track of them all.
In order to prevent his crimes from being exposed, he had even taken measures to ensure that the fates of all those who bribed him were tied to his.
Fundamentally, he had secretly kept evidence of everyone who had ever given him dirty money.
Nevertheless, a blur was all that was left of their faces in his memories, all except one, Cayden, whose face was seared into his mind.
Not only was it because he was the youngest person who had bribed him but also the fact that he was unforgettably handsome.
Ten years ago, when Marvin was appointed as the secretary of Ackleton's city council and had a bright future, a young man approached him with a box of coffee beans.
The young man was courteous and had a sharp mind. Speaking eloquently, he intended to obtain huge swathes of abandoned land from Marvin.
As an experienced official, the wily Marvin naturally knew that the box of coffee was just a cover.
In spite of that, he was still surprised to see the wads of cash laid out neatly underneath the coffee. They amounted to five million in total, a sight that filled Marvin with disbelief.
When he asked the young man what he planned to do with the land, the young yet experienced Cayden told him that he was going into property development. He planned to build a huge mall surrounded by high-end residences.
Cayden's answer gave Marvin a shock. Has this young man gone mad? Does he think he can develop a few pieces of abandoned land just like that? What an idiot!
Back then, the land Cayden asked for was located far from the city. Its desolate surroundings contained nothing but swampy land. Considering how far-flung the location voice was, building a commercial area there seemed to be a ludicrous idea.
Marvin had planned to turn that land into a sewerage treatment plant, but his responsibilities only involved land approval.
Consequently, after he sold the land to Cayden and took his cut, it wasn't his business to question the use of the land.
On top of that, Marvin didn't serve in Ackleton for long. After more than one year there, he leveraged his network to get himself transferred to Beshya. As his influence in Beshya gradually expanded, Ackleton inadvertently faded to the back of his mind.
Marvin tried hard to remember what happened. He could still picture Cayden signing his name with a “C.”
As he had always been a careful man, he would check the agreements four to five times to make sure there were no mistakes.
Upon hearing the reply, the public prosecutors shot their gazes in Sid's direction.
Sid responded with a shrug before letting out a languid yawn. After that, he walked to Marvin's side and whispered something into his ear.
In that instant, Marvin began to tremble uncontrollably as if he had fallen into a freezing cold lake.
Staring into Sid's emerald-green eyes, he felt as if the man before him was a demon through and through.
After a moment's deliberation, Marvin suppressed the terror in his heart and smiled awkwardly at the public prosecutors. “I'm sorry. I've made a mistake. It's Kayden with a 'K.’”
What followed was a round of intensive interrogation.
Nonetheless, regardless of how the public prosecutors threatened or incentivized him, Marvin insisted that he had signed the agreement with Kayden.
As for the actual agreement, the signature was illegible, making it difficult to tell if the first letter was a “C” or “K.’”
Consequently, Marvin's testimony would become the crux of the case.
In the end, no matter how hard the public prosecutors tried, they just couldn't get Marvin to say anything incriminating about Cayden. Instead, he was adamant that Kayden was whom he made the deal with.
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