The officer delivered a deadpan, rehearsed response. "During an active investigation, all members of the Pierce family are considered potential accomplices. Please bear with us, Ms. Pierce."
No matter how much Corinne screamed, it got her nowhere. She eventually collapsed onto the sofa next to Coleman, looking paranoid and on the verge of a breakdown. "Dad, we're going to be okay, right? Mr. Nash will handle it. He's practically family!"
The Pierce estate was on total lockdown. No news came in, and nothing went out.
Coleman had no idea what was happening in the outside world, but he spat bitterly, "You think Yale Nash cares about us? Without any leverage, you think he's going to stick his neck out to save us?"
"But he's family!"
"Family? In this game, even blood brothers will stab each other in the back, let alone him!"
Coleman wheezed, his chest heaving with rage. "This is all your fault. If you had just laid low and played the charity ambassador role, Loyce never would have started digging into your grandmother's past. We wouldn't have been caught completely off guard!"
Refusing to take the blame, Corinne snapped back, "You're so naive! Do you think keeping up that image is easy?! If I didn't force my way into their circles, they would've isolated me! They would've treated me like trash! I had to adapt to survive. If anything, this is your fault!"
Right as father and daughter were at each other's throats, the officer opened the door, leading Lucian and Loyce into the house.
Seeing them, the color drained from Coleman's face. "What are you doing here?"
The officer spoke first. "Admiral Shapiro is the special investigator appointed for your interrogation. Ms. Lonsdale is his official recorder."
"What?" Coleman's voice cracked. "Under whose authority?!"
"The President's," the officer stated. He then turned to Corinne. "Ms. Pierce, please step into the adjoining room."
Trembling, Corinne had no choice but to leave.
Coleman's eyes darted nervously. A sense of impending doom settled in his gut.
The Cabinet had always been divided by vicious infighting, but Yale Nash's hawkish faction had maintained the iron grip on power. For the President to bypass them entirely and hand this case to Lucian meant things were unimaginably worse than he thought.
Looking sharp and lethal in his uniform, Lucian walked over. His overwhelming presence made Coleman's heart hammer against his ribs.
Adjusting his slacks, Lucian sat back on the sofa, his long legs crossed.
"Let's keep this simple," Lucian began.

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