Chester Lynch was picked up from the police station by his family early the next morning.
Chester hadn't slept all night, and his eyes were filled with bloodshot lines.
The person who came to pick up Chester was the Lynch Family's butler, who had once served with Old Master Lynch in the military. Even division-level officers would show him respect.
When he came to the police station, everyone there was bowing and flattering him.
"Butler Sawyer, it's not that we intentionally held Young Master Lynch, it's just that yesterday..."
At this moment, Butler Sawyer raised his hand, indicating he didn't want to hear any more noise, and the officer fell silent.
Butler Sawyer then approached Chester with a kindly smile and said:
"Young Master, let's go home."
Chester's expression was cold. "Where is South Grant? Where did you take him?"
Chester didn't know what had happened last night.
