Chapter 275 All Useless!

Chapter 275 All Useless!

Sullivan's voice sounded very surprised. "Officer? You want me to cooperate with an investigation? What case? I've been staying out of trouble lately, haven't done anything illegal."

"It's about Christopher's case. Your lawyer was his bail guarantor, and we need to verify some things with you." The officer's tone was polite.

"Christopher?" Sullivan suddenly understood. "Oh, I see. Alright, I'll come right over."

After hanging up, Sullivan's face instantly darkened.

The police had indeed traced it back to him.

But it didn't matter. As long as he refused to admit anything, without evidence, the police couldn't touch him.

He straightened his suit jacket, picked up his briefcase from the desk, and quickly walked out of the office.

Half an hour later, Sullivan entered the Criminal Investigation Division office at the city police station.

"Officer, I'm Sullivan. You called me earlier." He walked up to Byron and extended his hand.

Byron stood up, shook his hand, and pointed to the chair across from him. "Mr. Brown, please have a seat."

After Sullivan sat down, he placed his briefcase on his lap and asked with a puzzled expression, "Officer, what's this about? I was in the middle of a company meeting when I got your call and rushed right over."

"What happened to Christopher? Did something go wrong?"

Byron got straight to the point. "Mr. Brown, we found that three days ago, you handled the bail procedures for Christopher. Is that correct?"

"Not me!" Sullivan frowned. "Officer, I didn't do that. Where did you hear that I bailed him out?"

"I've barely even dealt with him."

Byron stared into his eyes and continued, "Mr. Brown, Christopher's bail was handled by your lawyer, and before the bail, five hundred thousand dollars was transferred out of your bank account. What did you use that money for?"

Sullivan shook his head. "My lawyer did it? I'm not sure."

"Since it was my lawyer who posted bail, why are you looking for me? Shouldn't you be talking to my lawyer?"

"And about that five hundred thousand dollars—yes, I did transfer five hundred thousand, but that wasn't for Christopher's bail. It was..."

Sullivan seemed hesitant, his face looking conflicted.

Byron frowned. "Just say it. You've come this far, there's no point in hiding anything."

Sullivan sighed. "I transferred that five hundred thousand to clean up my niece's mess."

As he spoke, he even pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the corner of his eye. "She fired so many people without thinking it through. Some were old employees I'd gotten used to working with. When they came to me, I had no choice but to give them severance money."

Byron watched this performance, his suspicions growing stronger.

How could there be such a coincidence? He withdrew five hundred thousand, his lawyer posted bail—all just coincidence?

Byron didn't buy it.

But he had no evidence.

Ewan had already checked Sullivan and Christopher's history. The two had indeed done business together over a decade ago. Although they hadn't been in much contact in recent years, there were no conflicts between them either.

The bail procedures were completely legal, with nothing to fault.

"Mr. Brown, you say you gave it to your former employees. Do you have proof?" Byron asked again.

"No." Sullivan immediately shook his head. "They went back to their hometowns, changed their phone numbers. I can't reach them."

"My company has so much going on, I'm swamped. Where would I find time to deal with those things? If my niece hadn't fired so many people, I wouldn't have had to use my own money to make up for it."

Byron asked several more questions, and Sullivan answered them all smoothly without revealing any flaws.

Byron looked at Sullivan, knowing full well that continuing to question him was pointless.

Without evidence, no matter how suspicious he was, he couldn't do anything to him.

"Alright, Mr. Brown, that's all for today." Byron stood up and said to Sullivan, "Please keep your phone on during this time and don't leave the city. If needed, we'll contact you again."

"Sure, no problem." Sullivan also stood up, a gentle smile appearing on his face. "I'll be available whenever you need me. If there's anything I can help with, just ask."

He nodded slightly at Byron, then turned and walked out of the office.

When he reached the end of the hallway, Sullivan looked back toward the interrogation room.

The smile on his lips disappeared, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Christopher, that useless fool, was a ticking time bomb.

If one day he couldn't withstand the interrogation and gave him up, it would all be over.

He had to make him shut up as soon as possible.

Sullivan withdrew his gaze and quickly walked out of the police station building.

Getting into his car, he immediately pulled out his phone, found a number with no contact name, and dialed it.

The phone rang for a long time before being answered. "Hello? What is it?"

"What is it? I want to ask you that!" Sullivan's voice was full of anger. "How's the job I asked you to do coming along? Why is Christopher still alive?"

"You have it easy, Sullivan. It's not your neck on the line." The other person's tone wasn't good either. "Christopher is now in the police station's maximum security detention area, with officers watching him around the clock. Not even a fly could get in. How am I supposed to make a move? You think the police station is your family's property?"

"I don't care what method you use!" Sullivan said through gritted teeth. "This is the most critical time! Just because Christopher didn't talk today doesn't mean he won't tomorrow! If he can't hold out and gives me up, we're all done for!"

"I already told you, there's no opportunity." The other person was silent for a few seconds, then said in an icy tone, "Sullivan, if you want to make a move, do it yourself! I don't want to die. For this little bit of money, throwing my life away isn't worth it."

With that, without waiting for Sullivan to say anything more, the other person hung up.

"Hello? Hello!" Sullivan shouted into the phone twice, but only heard the cold busy tone.

Unwilling to give up, he immediately dialed again, but the call rang once and was rejected.

He tried again—it went straight to voicemail.

"Useless! A bunch of useless people!"

Sullivan was shaking with rage and violently threw his phone onto the passenger seat.

The phone screen instantly shattered, parts scattering everywhere.

Sullivan was breathing heavily, his eyes filled with crazed murderous intent.

Christopher couldn't be left alive, absolutely not!

He had to die!

Sophia was in her chair in the Brown Group CEO's office when the intercom phone on her desk rang.

She casually picked it up.

"Ms. Brown, this is Calvin." The voice on the other end carried a hint of gravity. "Just got some information—Christopher's bail procedures were handled by Sullivan's private lawyer, Andy."

"The five hundred thousand in bail money was also transferred directly from Sullivan's personal account to the law firm's account."