Alan Van Merovingian

'How can this aloof man who doesn't have any wrinkles be a big wheel? Wait a minute. I have an itch to beat this popsicle up.'

"Financial chairman...?" Farley murmured. The smile on his lips grew slightly.

The Financial Chairman had to beg him to invest. This silly girl probably would never believe that.

They went back to the North District Police Station. Hester dragged Farley off the car and walked him into it.

She was greeted many times on the way there.

"Officer Hester, you're back!"

"Officer Hester, did you go to catch truants?"

"Officer Hester..., since when did you transfer to the Juvenile Delinquency Department?"

...

Hester brought Farley to the CID and locked him up in the interrogation room.

Farley sat on a chair, and his hand was handcuffed to an iron plate in front of him. Elegant and indifferent, he did not look like a criminal at all. Instead, he appeared to be a nobleman who came to watch the show.

Hester took a folder and threw it on the table with a bang. She leaned against the table and raised her chin, asking, "Tell me, who are you?"

"Farley White." He sounded cold and calm, gazing at her.

"I mean your real name!" She had just confirmed no one named Farley White had entered the island. What a sophisticated liar!

"Farley White," he repeated indifferently. Putting on a smirk, he sized this slightly enraged woman up with interest.

Although she was wearing a police uniform and looked like she had justice on her side, he found it easy to piss her off.

"I am warning you. Don't play tricks on me. You are a suspect of a gang fight. I can prosecute you whenever I want and make you a criminal!" Her beautiful eyes were the size of saucers. She had never seen anyone who could stay so calm during interrogation.

Either he was innocent.

Or he was an experienced felon!

"Alright, I will shoot." Farley surveyed her refreshing face and curled his thin lips, with an eerie glint in his sharp purple eyes.

"You should have been doing this long ago," Hester snorted and opened the folder, taking out a pen. "Name."

"Alan Van Merovingian."

"What!"

Hester broke the pen in her hand, bristling with rage. Actually, she looked even cuter when she was mad. "You're messing with me again!"

'What a strange and mouthful name! Are you kidding me?'

She was glaring at him like a rattled cat. Farley smiled and said, "That's my real name. Farley White is my pseudonym."

'Take a deep breath. Take another deep breath. Calm down. You're a cop. Remember, no matter how hateful a prisoner is, you can't use force!'

'This is a time of law. But I can turn off the surveillance cameras and punch him in the stomach! As long as I don't ruin his face, no one will tell.'

Hester, who was hot-tempered, tried her best to suppress her anger. She gritted her teeth and sneered, "Gender!"

"Male," he replied straightforwardly.

"Age."

"Thirty-one."

That was pretty hard to guess. If she hadn't seen his passport, she would have assumed he was a pompous teenager. Now she figured he must have put a lot of work on his face.

"Nationality."

"French. But I was born in China."

He was Caucasian. His skin was fair, and his eyes were purple.

"Family members."

"I have a son."

What? He had a son?

Hester was stupefied. She looked up at him in disbelief. This young man who claimed to be 31 actually had a child?

One could imagine how shocking and weird it was when a beautiful teen said he had a son with a straight face....

Truth be told, it was kind of creepy. Alright, she had to take his word for it now.

"Where were you three hours ago?"

"I was preparing to attend a meeting at home."

She jumped up and pointed at him, as if she had something on him, saying, "You said you just got here by plane yesterday and you were French. Then you claimed you were at home three hours ago. You are not from here, right?"

Farley put on a faint smile and squinted, gazing at her with an unfathomable look. "I was born here, so I had a house here. Is that strange?"

"Then where is your house?" she pursued the matter.

"The Moon Bay."

'Only rich people can afford to live there. Damn you, rich people!'

Hester was not a fan of them, but it didn't mean she wanted to cause them trouble. "Did you come alone?"

"I've brought my son. He's at the Convention and Exhibition Center."