Charles was also interested in finding out the truth, so the police couldn't say anything more. The only thing they could do now was to continue investigating the club. If it was done by someone from the Fu family, Charles assured them that he wouldn't protect them, but he insisted that they find evidence against them first.
"Joseph, it's time for us to go back." Charles stood up to leave.
"Let's go, Charles. I haven't eaten yet. Can you take me out to eat? I'm so hungry. I want to have a big meal. A big meal..." Joseph gave the policeman a smug look before following Charles out.
"What else can you do besides eat?" Charles stepped out of the interrogation room, his face looking as cold as winter.
"What’s wrong? If I didn't even know how to eat, I would be silly," Joseph shot back.
"Humph! You're going to look like a fool when you film," Charles said with a snort.
Charles opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. Joseph quickly opened the door to the passenger's seat and got in.
Judging by the look on Charles’ face, the club case was a serious matter.
Charles started the car slowly. "Charles, does the club really have something to do with our grandfather?" Joseph asked tentatively.
Charles remained silent.
Joseph felt more anxious by his silence. "Grandpa is an old man. He's been decent his whole life. He couldn't have ended up like this."
"What are you talking about? It can't have something to do with Grandpa. However, they found out that Grandpa was the only legal representative of the club. Whatever his subordinates did, it wouldn't damage Grandpa's reputation. What I'm concerned about is..." Charles wanted to elaborate but stopped himself on second thought.
Joseph began to feel impatient. "Charles, we're brothers. Let’s stop beating around the bush. Don't keep me guessing, okay?"
"I'm guessing it has something to do with your father," Charles explained slowly, drawing out each word.
"What?" Joseph's mouth went slack in surprise. He shook his head and said, "No, that can't be. I've never heard my father mention anything about the Romantic Private Club. I'm the young master of the Fu family. I've been to so many famous clubs over the years, but I've never heard of it! What I can't understand is why the Fu family has such a club, and it even opened in the suburbs! It's not open to make money, but for money laundering. Am I right?"
At the thought of this, Joseph suddenly stopped speaking and had a panicked look on his face.
"Oh my god, is my damn father involved in money laundering?" Joseph asked hesitantly.
Charles didn't reply.
"Charles, please be straight with me. No matter what Derrick does, he's still our family. You can't just stand by and do nothing!" At the end of the day, Derrick was still Joseph's father. Joseph didn't want anything bad to happen to him.
"We're just assuming at this point. There's no evidence against him yet. The police haven't found anything.
However, you told the police that if someone does something wrong, they should be punished by the law. We must follow the law, regardless. Right?" Charles said seriously.
"I know, but..." Joseph swallowed hard.
After pondering for a while, Joseph finally made up his mind and said, "Alright. If he did something wrong, we should turn him in."
"It's not that simple. I'm worried about Grandpa. He wouldn’t be able to cope with Derrick going to prison. If something were to happen to him, he wouldn't survive." Charles lit up a cigarette and took a puff, feeling frustrated.
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