The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 1041

Right then, Fitch Sherwood's phone buzzed to life. The screen flashed with the name *Deputy Director Watson*.

It was as if a lifeline had been tossed into the abyss. Fitch lunged toward the officer. "I need to take this. It's an emergency!"

The call couldn't have come at a better time.

Deputy Director Watson had been Fitch's closest ally for nearly a decade. Through a steady stream of bribes and kickbacks, Fitch had woven a rock-solid safety net with the man. To Fitch, the Deputy Director wasn't just a backup plan—he was a bulletproof shield.

Over his years in business, Fitch had faced his fair share of investigations, but every single one had vanished with a single phone call from Watson. If Watson could make those disappear, he could handle whatever this was. Fitch pinned all his hopes on the vibrating device, convinced that as long as his old friend intervened, he would walk away untouched.

Instead, the officer calmly confiscated the phone.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Sherwood," he said coldly. "As a criminal suspect, your belongings are temporarily being seized. You can explain yourself down at the station."

When two young officers stepped forward to grab his arms, panic finally set in. Fitch thrashed wildly. "You can't do this! Do you have any idea who I am? Let me speak to your superior! I demand to call Deputy Director Watson!"

Watching his phone disappear into an evidence bag, his bravado crumbled. In the struggle, his tailored suit jacket twisted awkwardly, his perfectly styled hair falling in a disheveled mess across his forehead.

He was practically dragged out of the VIP room. As they marched him through the lobby, the other patrons fell silent, whispering and pointing. A few teenagers shamelessly held up their phones to record the spectacle until the cops ordered them to put them away.

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