Lord Protector novel (Zeke Williams) novel Chapter 2170

Clement hinted to Bertram to have Zeke killed.

However, Bertram could not read between the lines and actually thought that Clement was worried about the safety of his staff.

In return, he expressed his gratitude, “Thank you, Mr. Bedzra, for your care and concern. We will ensure our safety comes first before seizing the suspect. Don't worry.”

How can I not be worried when you are such a fool?

Clement continued to drop a few more hints. Unfortunately, they were all misinterpreted by Bertram. In the end, Clement went ballistic and hung up.

I swear I'll dismiss you as soon as I'm done with this big problem at hand. I've got no reason to keep such an idiot by my side.

Shortly after, Clement arrived at the station.

Upon seeing the chaos, he shouted furiously, “This is ludicrous and unbelievable! Zeke Williams, you didn't regret your impetuous behavior, but you have become worse! Prison break, setting up the fire... You've committed one crime after the other, to the extent that you should be executed on the spot!”

Zeke grinned hideously at Clement. “Mr. Bedzra, how did you know that I set the place on fire or that I tried to escape?”

Clement refuted, “Isn't it obvious? Hmph! What do you have to say now? Do you really think that we are all blind?”

Zeke replied, “Oh well, since you're here, then I'll spill the truth. Bertram, have you turned on the video recorder?”

Bertram nodded. “Yes, it's recording.”

Zeke continued, “Everything I'm about to tell you and every single word I'm going to say is the truth. I guarantee that with my own reputation.”

He paused before revealing, “The person who killed Rhett and Lucy is Sheldon. We are rivals. He accused me of murder in order to wash his hands off the case and win me once and for all. Mr. Saunders from Haleton Hotel along with the other two witnesses, including Clement who's present here now, have all been bribed to cover up for him.”

Zeke continued, “Initially, Sheldon wanted to set this place ablaze tonight and killed me. So, that no one will ever discover the truth. Who would have expected that an accident turned out to be a blessing in disguise for me. After lighting the fire, he was knocked unconscious and nearly lost his life. I took the opportunity to escape. If I'm not mistaken, Clement repeatedly hinted for you to get rid of me, right? If that happens, the case will be closed forever. With just a little trick up his sleeves, he could have put the blame on me and concluded that I'm the murderer. Thereafter, he's got nothing to fear anymore as the dead won't talk.”

Zeke's words sent the police who were present into a frenzy.

This fiasco is just like a TV drama. It's insanely entertaining.

Everyone cast a confusing look at Clement, anticipating his rebuttals, wondering if he could further justify himself.

Bertram's gaze on Clement grew dubious as he recalled how the latter had prompted him to end Zeke's life several times over the phone.

Clement hit the ceiling and yelled, “B*stard, you're digging your own grace for alleging me for all the crimes I didn't commit. You will pay the price legally.”

Zeke retorted, “I said I guarantee every word uttered with my reputation. Are you doubting my character and dignity?”

Clement replied contemptuously, “Hmph! Honor? Dignity? What reputation does a murderer have? Someone, come on over and seize him! If he dares to resist, shoot him dead.”

Zeke mocked him, “Wow, Mr. Bedzra, I can sense that you really want me dead since you bring this up again.”

I...

Clement was at a loss for words. His plan had backfired.

Bertram led his team and surrounded Zeke.

Clement shot one of his subordinates a look.

He was one of the spies that Clement had planted as Bertram's aide.

The gesture was Clement's way of telling the subordinate to take action immediately if Zeke showed signs of resisting.

The subordinate nodded lightly.

However, Zeke disappointed them again.

He stood rooted on the spot as firmly as a mountain.

Gazing ahead, there was no expression on his face. Unperturbed, no one could tell what he was thinking.