“I was just about to leave,” Yan Chuan stood up and placed the pen back on Leo’s desk. “I accidentally dropped something and went to pick it up.”
Taking advantage of the conversation, the delicate and beautiful Oriental beauty stood up, intending to head towards the door, still remembering to say goodbye to the prison director.
“I apologize for the interruption… I’m leaving now…!” Before he could finish speaking, the outstretched hand of Yan Chuan was suddenly grasped by a rough, calloused palm, which then produced a shiny silver—
With a click, Yan Chuan’s hand was cuffed.
His right hand was restrained, and Yan Chuan momentarily failed to react. Then, his other wrist was also captured.
After a similar sound, he found himself in a position where both hands were cuffed.
The metallic and somewhat heavy handcuffs firmly trapped his slender, snowy-white wrists.
【What! Why did they handcuff my wife!】
【My poor wife, how did she get caught stealing, boohoo!】
【How could this person carry handcuffs with them… Is this planned? Was it intentional?】
【I want to cry. He handcuffed my wife; can he do anything now? Did he charge her?】
【I want to charge too! Let’s teach that pretty little thief a harsh lesson at home!】
Yan Chuan could hardly believe his eyes.
The icy touch on his wrist sent chills through him; the delicate skin felt cold, making goosebumps rise.
Ariel… just handcuffed him like that? Not a word said?
His dark, shining eyes widened as his long, curled eyelashes fluttered, trembling slightly.
How could this person do such a thing?!
He had merely entered the prison guard’s office; Leo had personally given him the key. Why was he being handcuffed?
Is it under the pretext of trespassing?
“Why are you arresting me…?” The originally slightly guilty Oriental beauty widened his eyes, showing a hint of grievance as he indignantly stared at the indifferent man.
Ariel glanced at him and replied coolly, “The charge is theft.”
Theft?
The Oriental beauty tried to struggle.
He opened his soft, delicate palm, showing that nothing was there.
“But I haven’t taken anything,” Yan Chuan protested. He certainly hadn’t taken anything from Leo’s office; on what grounds did Ariel accuse him: “Nothing at all…”
A rush of grievance surged in his heart, and with the heavy, cold handcuffs, his eyes began to redden.
In response, the prison director simply said,
“The reason for this accusation comes from me.” The silver-haired man casually opened the door, guiding Yan Chuan into his office. “Last night, a stamp was stolen from here.”
The black-haired, black-eyed Oriental beauty paused for a moment, biting his lip.
Ariel continued, “That was my private seal, kept in the office drawer. No one knew about it.”
Changing his tone, he looked intensely at the Oriental beauty’s pale cheek, asking, “But now it’s missing. Do you understand why?”
Yan Chuan certainly knew.
The private seal, which Ariel mentioned that no one knew about and was hidden in the drawer, was currently lying under his pillow.
Yet, he dared not say anything.
He could only lower his head, showing an expression of bewilderment.
“I don’t know…” Yan Chuan said, determined to stick to his denial. “I have never been to your office; how could I know whether there’s a stamp in the drawer?”
After all, the surveillance had malfunctioned last night, and they couldn’t do a fingerprint comparison in confinement island prison. Even if Ariel suspected him, what evidence could he possibly provide?
This person might just be attempting to trick him.
Yan Chuan pursed his lips, indicating that he knew nothing.
Facing his denial, the prison director merely raised an eyebrow.
The tall, stern man approached, lifting Yan Chuan’s wrists by the chain of the handcuffs and pinching his soft, delicate palms.
Yan Chuan looked at him in confusion.
He was holding nothing in his hands; what was Ariel looking for?
Was he checking for ink stains on his hands?
Yan Chuan was ready to explain that he had considered that when he took the item.
Since the mission released by the escape variety required him to find the stamp, Yan Chuan thought at once about whether the stamp would have ink. If it did, it would be easily noticeable.
So he was very careful when taking it, ensuring that there were no traces before stuffing it into his pocket.
Before coming here, he had also taken a shower, so it was impossible for there to be any signs on his palm.
With this in mind, Yan Chuan felt more confident facing the inspection.
Unless Ariel found the seal he hid in his room, how could he be convicted solely based on his presence in Leo’s office?
With a flutter of his long, curled eyelashes, Yan Chuan observed Ariel from a closer distance.
The slightly closer distance made it easier to observe Ariel’s cold demeanor. Not only did he have a cruel appearance, but his expression also exuded a sense of distance that kept others at bay.
Taller than Leo, with a straight, broad back, he was wrapped in formal attire.
It was indeed a good physique.
Just standing there made Yan Chuan’s originally slender figure seem even more delicate.
Yan Chuan glanced at the shiny pair of handcuffs around his wrists, feeling increasingly frustrated.
To his surprise, Ariel did not check for ink stains on Yan Chuan’s palms but instead pulled out a pen with a small light from the pen holder on the table.
“My seal has a special coating,” the cold-looking prison director suddenly smiled strangely, the corners of his thin lips forming a curve. “It only shows color under certain lighting.”
He shook the pen.
Then Ariel flipped the switch, and a beam of white light shot out from the lamp, shining on Yan Chuan’s snowy-white palm.
The invisible paint began to appear slowly under the light.
The soft and delicate palm was indeed smeared with special paint, revealing distinct lines that were particularly clear.
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