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Chapter 1694 Officer Zimmerman
When I wanted to push him awake, Ashton suddenly opened his eyes. Stunned by his actions, I almost
screamed as I clutched my chest.
After a few seconds, he turned around and asked me puzzledly, “Why are you up so early?”
“A guest is waiting for us downstairs,” I answered. “What did you dream about?”
Drooping his eyelids, he quickly concealed his emotions and got up from the bed. “It’s nothing. Isn’t there
a guest waiting for us? You should quickly get ready and head downstairs. Don’t make them wait for too
long.”
Ashton thought he had hidden it well, but he did not know I had seen through him when he was asleep.
Many dilemmas had long been solved. Therefore, I was curious about the issue that troubled him so
badly.
Seeing that he already had his jacket on, I quickly got ready to meet the guests.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAs we rounded the staircase, I caught a glimpse of the man from the military. The officer was wearing a
sharp suit, and a regal aura exuded off him. Although I could only see his back, his aura was hard to
hide.
The two soldiers guarding beside the door seemed to be his guards. It looked like the man was someone
influential.
After arriving at the last step of the staircase, Ashton greeted, “Sorry for the long wait.”
Upon hearing that, the officer stood up and shook hands with Ashton. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Fuller.”
After saying that, he nodded in my direction as a greeting.
The both of them sat down, and Ashton immediately cut to the chase. “May I know why you are here
today?”
The man skipped the pleasantries and took a black wallet out from his pocket. “This is my identification
document. I’m an officer at the 4th Brigade of District 8, mainly in charge of the anti-narcotics team near
the border.”
Ashton took the documents in his hand and scanned through them with me. Then, he passed it back to
him calmly. “Officer Zimmerman, may I know what we can do for you?”
Benson Zimmerman’s well-defined features showed off a rugged and masculine front. He seemed to be
a born soldier with his image that gave off a straightforward vibe.
However, I found his eyes to be quite familiar. Perhaps I once passed by him.
As expected, Benson went straight to the topic. “According to the information we have, it seems that
Lucas and Quince have frequently been going in and out the Fuller residence.”
There was a reason behind the saying that one would take on the color of one’s company. After
interacting with people like them, we were painted a target by the police.
Lowering his eyes, Ashton did not deny it. “It seems like that’s the case.”
Benson’s face was solemn as he narrowed his eyebrows. “How much do you know about the both of
them?”
He remained a somewhat polite attitude, for he did not group us with Ashton and Quince without hearing
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As the officer was sincere, Ashton did not avoid the question and answered honestly, “I know them quite
well, so you can be more straightforward with your question.”
“Okay.” With a nod, Benson went straight to the point. “If that’s the case, I’m sure you know what I want
to ask. Please give me a definite answer, then. Yes or no?”
It was apparent what Benson wanted to ask him — if Ashton was involved with the evil.
Although the question was not difficult to answer, Ashton stayed silent.
Everyone knew what it meant for one to stay silent after being asked a moral question.
The both of them stared at each other, and sparks seemed to be flying among them.
Fearing Benson would misunderstand, I quickly answered the question, “No.”
At that moment, Benson turned toward me. The sincere look on his face was gone and replaced by a
stern and righteous expression. He seemed ready to prove us guilty anytime soon.