Wait, She’s a Billionaire (Sheena Lawson) novel Chapter 1196

The officer closed the door again and instructed the nearby guards to keep their distance, ensuring no one could eavesdrop on Elliot and Peter's conversation.

Peter sat up straight, regaining his confidence as Elliot finally visited him.

He blew a smoke ring in Elliot's direction, almost as if it were a subtle provocation.

Elliot's expression remained icy cold.

His dark eyes were calm as he spoke in a frigid tone, "Put out the cigarette immediately."

Peter chuckled and asked, "Why? I'm not a criminal locked up for some major offense. There's no rule saying I can't smoke."

Elliot responded firmly, "Nana doesn't allow me to have the smell of smoke on me. Put it out."

It was not a negotiation. It was a command.

Peter scoffed. "Fine. You sure are afraid of your wife, aren't you, Elliot? Whatever. I can't disobey the head of the Jenkins family's orders anyway."

Then, he stubbed out the cigarette and tossed it aside.

"Satisfied now?"

Elliot's aura was overpowering as he looked down at Peter against the wall.

He got straight to the point and said, "I've arrested Stanley."

Peter's expression changed instantly, and he exclaimed, "What have you done to him? Have you sent him to a high-security prison?"

"He's detained in a holding cell here, just like you," Elliot replied calmly.

The holding cell at the National Investigation Bureau was meant for suspects or individuals detained for minor offenses, with a maximum stay of 14 days, typically seven.

Knowing this, Peter breathed a sigh of relief.

However, before he could fully relax, Elliot continued, "Stanley doesn't enjoy the same treatment as you. He's locked up with a bunch of thugs and criminals from Svelton, including recent suspects of robbery, theft, and rape. He certainly doesn't have it as comfortable as you."

"So what? If Stanley dies, I'll be Grandpa's sole grandson. Even if he gets mad at me, it'll only be temporary. After all, I'm his only true heir."

Peter fell silent.

Elliot continued, "You know deep down that I'm onto something. From the information Lionel provided today, I've already caught a glimpse of the truth. It's only a matter of time before I uncover it myself. But I'm too busy with the Jenkins Group, the National Investigation Bureau, and my family and kids. So, I hope we can resolve this matter quickly."

Peter glared at him but remained silent.

Elliot pressed on, "Now, you have two options. Either tell me the truth, and I'll release Stanley from custody as agreed, give him 30 lashes, and send him to a high-security prison for five years, ending this matter. Or you can let Stanley be at the mercy of his cellmates. Rest assured, if he's abused to death, I'll find the culprit and punish them severely. Then, I'll give him a grand funeral, allowing you to enjoy the satisfaction of seeing your beloved son off before you."

His words were cold and ruthless, reflecting his role as the decisive leader of the National Investigation Bureau, intolerant of any arrogance.

Peter was furious. "Elliot!"

Elliot smirked, adjusted his military uniform, and without looking back, he walked away.

Before he left the room, he added, "Uncle Peter, I'll give you two days to consider. After all, given Stanley's physical condition, there's only so much he can endure."