Chapter 7 Sarah Gets Arrested

Olivia's perspective.

In the days following his return, Kevin treated my place as his refuge, paying little mind to his new companion. This woman, Jessica Green, whose judgment seemed clouded by naivety, would tirelessly try to catch his eye with tales of her latest lingerie acquisitions—a spectacle that had become all too routine.

Jessica's allure for Kevin appeared to be rooted in her willingness to play along with his whims. In a move of calculated cunning, I had persuaded her maid to install a hidden camera in her apartment. The scenes it captured were explicit—I saw everything.

One particular video revealed Jessica adorned with colorful gems in the most intimate of places. It was an intriguing sight, to say the least. She lacked my vocal artistry in moments of passion and didn't share my uninhibited nature. Yet, she possessed a naturalness in her performance that seemed to entertain Kevin, who watched from the sidelines, tossing bills in her direction.

Despite her efforts, Jessica's theatrics failed to ensnare him. Under the tutelage of someone more experienced, she eventually ceased her dramatic attempts at seduction.

Four days later, I received an unexpected evening call from Sarah's chauffeur. She had been detained at a casino—a surprising development given her notoriety on The East Coast's gambling and nightlife circuit. Sarah was usually untouchable; her minor indiscretions were often overlooked by law enforcement.

Curious and concerned, I pressed the driver for details. "It's serious," he said, a tone of worry in his voice. "There's fear that this could tarnish her reputation."

I didn't have time to ask further questions. I quickly changed my clothes and headed straight to the police station.

Sarah was connected to some influential figures in the city government, so the local authorities dared not act. It was the city police who took custody of her.

As I got out of the car, the driver anxiously awaited me, pointing at a gray interrogation building. “Sarah is inside there. If they can't resolve the situation, Miss Clark, can you please help."

“Please help me ask Mr. Smith to make a compromise. We can't let anyone from Sarah's background know about this."

Kevin is not one to meddle, but he insisted on bailing me out that time at the police station, despite Mr. Jones' resistance. Kevin couldn't reveal his involvement, so he used his connections behind the scenes to keep things quiet.

He warned me that if he wasn't interested in me, he would have let me face my own fate. Knowing this, I asked the driver to take me in, to assess the situation first.

Sarah was being held in Interrogation Room twp. The room was brightly lit, cold, and dismal. She sat huddled in a corner, looking tormented, with a particularly gaunt appearance.

I called out to her, and she finally responded. She picked up a half-smoked cigarette from the floor and asked if I had a lighter.

The driver lit it for her, and she took a deep drag, saying, "Shawn is dead."

Sarah's hand trembled, but she quickly regained control. Afraid that I didn't hear her clearly, she repeated herself, emphasizing that he died last night.

Rent boys from the nightclub, especially men like Shawn, were always in demand in the red-light district. It was impossible for them to just die; someone must have targeted him.

I asked her what happened exactly, and Sarah remained calm, as if she had no connection at all with the man.

"Prostitutes and rent boys, they are so despicable," she said.

I sensed something off in her tone, and asked, "Did you do it?"

Sarah's hand froze while flicking the ash off her cigarette. She smiled and turned to look at me.

"Olivia, you're too clever. You should tone it down around Kevin. Officials don't like girlfriends who are too shrewd; they want someone dumb and pretty by their side to feel at ease."

I signaled to the driver, and he went to guard the door. Sarah finished half a cigarette, trembling all over, and covered her face.

"He threatened my life, so he deserved to die. With my background, I think there is someone who suspects I have another man. You know, these officials hate mistresses who cheat. Shawn didn't die by my hands; he died at the hands of greed."

She let out a low, choked laugh. "If I can get out of here, I don't want to be ruined by a rent boy. I've made it this far, I'm even tougher than all of you."

Her tear-stained face emerged from her hands. "Olivia, I don't want to trouble you, but if you can help me, please help me."

Suddenly, I didn't know what to say. In the time we lived in, it's those who are privileged who are charge. For Kevin, all he had to do was ask the public security bureau for help, but I might not have that kind of influence.

Soon, a cop came to take Sarah back to the detention room. He scrutinized me. "Mr. Smith's secretary just informed us to hold off on the person. Is there any way to expedite matters?"

Two detectives supported Sarah as they walked out of the interrogation room. The corridor's lights were several degrees brighter than the room's, blindingly so. I silently watched her receding figure, my heart clenched tightly.

I, too, am a greedy woman. In this kind of world, those who live on the fringes of morality, immersed in worldly desires, cannot escape greed.

Those with insatiable appetites will either self-destruct or rise to the top in a single step. No one can guess what awaits them in the end, but still, many are willing to take the gamble.