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Chapter 316,2

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Frank replied, “Not yet, he’ll be here this afternoon.”

“Why did you call today, then?”

“I wanted to inform you that someone has surrendered.”

Imogen was stunned.

She put down her phone in shock and grabbed her car keys, rushing to the police station.

Someone had surrendered just hours before Jeff’s arrival in New York City?!

It must be someone behind the scenes who had realized there was no way out and was deliberately offering themselves as a scapegoat!

Upon reaching the police station, Imogen parked her car and quickly entered the lobby, heading straight for Frank’s office.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

The knocking sounded urgent. Imogen called out, “Uncle Frank, are you there? It’s me, Imogen.” All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

“Come in.”

Imogen pushed the door open and entered, addressing Frank, “Uncle Frank.”

Suddenly, she halted in her tracks and looked at Troy, who was sitting on the sofa opposite Frank. She was puzzled. “Troy?”

Why was he here?

Troy raised his gaze, his expression heavy, and said, “Sit down.”

Imogen nodded at Frank and took a seat next to Troy. “Uncle Frank, you mentioned that someone has surrendered. Is it true? Is it related to the case from all those years ago?”

Frank nodded and glanced at Troy beside her. “They are currently being interrogated. We’ll know more once we have the results.”

With that, he set down his cup and stood up. “I’ll go check the interrogation room. You two can

wait here.”

“Alright.” Imogen smiled and tightened her grip on her bag strap.

The moment of truth was nearing, and she was finally going to seek justice for her father!

Frank left the office and closed the door behind him.

Imogen relaxed and turned to Troy. “Why are you here?”

Troy leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his slender fingers intertwined. He stared at the table without looking at her. “I brought someone in to surrender.”

Imogen raised an eyebrow. “You found the person who surrendered?”

So, it might not necessarily be a pawn pushed forward by the mastermind? “Thank you, Troy,” she said with a smile.

Troy lowered his head and closed his eyes, his lips tightly sealed.

He didn’t know how to tell her that the person who surrendered was Leo.

He didn’t know how to tell her that her father’s death was because of him and his brother.

If Leo hadn’t made that absurd demand to Sarah.

If Troy hadn’t agreed to Sarah’s advances.

If he had been more cautious and hadn’t let Sarah access the project data.

If he had chased after Sarah when she ran away.

If none of these things had happened, Imogen’s father wouldn’t have died.

They wouldn’t have met.

She would still be the daughter of a journalist, just an ordinary girl, finishing high school and going on to college.

Maybe she wouldn’t have met the man she liked, and she wouldn’t have given up on photography. She might have become a photographer early on.

And he would have graduated normally and started working at the Marshall Group.

Perhaps they would never have crossed paths.

But things happened.

Her father died.

They met.

“Troy, what’s wrong with you?”

Imogen noticed his unusual behavior and slowly wiped the smile off her face.

Did he seem unhappy?

“Imogen.” Troy’s voice was hoarse, and he asked quietly, “Do you know who the person who surrendered is?”

“… Who is it?”

Imogen paused, continuing with her question.

From his tone, it sounded like she might know the person who surrendered.

She had never considered this before. How could she know the mastermind behind the kidnappers?

Troy remained silent for a few seconds and then said, “It’s… Leo.”

Imogen fell into silence.

She looked at Troy in astonishment and raised an eyebrow. “Troy, you must be joking, right?”

How could it be Leo?

Troy straightened up, his deep gaze earnestly meeting Imogen’s eyes, his expression solemn. “Imogen, I’m not joking. The person who surrendered is Leo, and I personally brought him here.”