Hugh Miller nodded and turned to Olivia Harris, saying, “Olivia, go take a rest. I’ll handle this matter.”

Olivia Harris felt even more helpless.

She was a proper graduate of the police academy, having studied law for several years. In her view, everything should be handled according to legal procedures. Although Hugh Miller was wealthy and influential—a big shot in Weizhou City—he ultimately wasn’t part of the judicial system. Strictly speaking, he wasn’t even a witness in this case, so what right did he have to “handle” it?

But judging from Hugh Miller’s matter-of-fact demeanor and tone, he was completely unaware that there was any problem with this. Not only Hugh Miller, even Chief Reed didn’t see any issue, as if this was just the way things were supposed to be.

This was also why Olivia Harris would occasionally offer Chief Reed some advice.

To be honest, Chief Reed wasn’t very tolerant. If it weren’t for Hugh Miller’s sake, he would have kicked out ten Olivia Harriss by now.

Young people just don’t know their place. They think that after reading a few books, all the world’s truths are in their hands.

“Uncle, I’m on duty today. I took this case, and these two are both Sean Miller’s classmates—her classmates from the same class.”

In front of everyone, Olivia Harris couldn’t directly rebuke him. There’s an old saying about sparing the dignity of elders. She could only express her stance in this roundabout way.

Hugh Miller didn’t mind at all. He smiled and said, “Alright, then you stay. Later, you can also be a witness for Sean Miller and tell her I didn’t deceive her. Since they’re her classmates, I definitely have a sense of what’s going on.”

Olivia Harris nodded lightly and said no more. She had already made up her mind: even if it was her uncle and Chief Reed handling this case, things couldn’t get too out of hand. If they really disregarded the law entirely, she couldn’t accept it.

But what puzzled her was that Ryan Carter and William Thompson, those two hotheaded youngsters, weren’t paying any attention to Hugh Miller at all. Instead, they were staring fixedly at the man in black behind Hugh Miller.

That man in black was also familiar to Olivia Harris. His name was Lily Bennett—a very, very feminine name.

But after witnessing Lily Bennett in action with her own eyes, Olivia Harris had never again laughed at his girlish name. Anyone who did so ended up very badly.

It was said that years ago, not long after Lily Bennett first appeared at Hugh Miller’s side—when Hugh Miller was just starting to make a name for himself in Weizhou and wasn’t yet a top figure—the “big brother” of South Weizhou, Joe Bennett, once mocked Lily Bennett’s name to his face, calling him a sissy.

Not long after, Joe Bennett disappeared.

By “disappeared,” it meant he was completely missing—neither alive nor dead, no body ever found.

He vanished overnight, as if evaporated from the world.

To this day, no one knows what really happened back then.

But the rumor in the streets was that Joe Bennett was eliminated by Lily Bennett, who did it cleanly and left no trace.

Joe Bennett’s territory was then annexed by Hugh Miller.

It was from that point on that Mr. Miller III began to rise step by step in Weizhou.

Chapter 8: The Ultimate Arbiter

After all the commotion, Hugh Miller finally turned his gaze to the knife-faced man and the bespectacled youth standing to the side.

The two of them had already stood up, hands hanging at their sides, backs slightly hunched, looking extremely respectful, as if Hugh Miller were their “superior.”

“Not bad. Such a small matter, and you handled it like this.”

Hugh Miller said blandly, his gaze not particularly sharp, his tone not especially sinister.

Yet sweat the size of beans instantly broke out on the foreheads of the knife-faced man and the bespectacled youth. They kept nodding and bowing, but neither dared utter a word. In Weizhou, everyone knew that Mr. Miller III’s temper was actually quite bad, and the consequences of failing at a task were very serious.

But Mr. Miller III didn’t say much more. He just dropped that line lightly, then turned his head away, ignoring them.

As he turned, Hugh Miller had already put on a broad smile and said heartily, “You two are both Sean Miller’s classmates, right? I’m Hugh Miller, Sean Miller’s father. Nice to meet you!”

He was really giving them a lot of face.

Even ordinary parents wouldn’t be this polite to two kids.

Mr. Miller III truly lived up to his reputation.

Ryan Carter stood up, bowed slightly, and said calmly, “Hello, Uncle. I’m Ryan Carter.”

William Thompson hurriedly stood up as well and said, “Hello, Uncle. I’m William Thompson.”

Hearing William Thompson introduce himself, Hugh Miller couldn’t help but smile.

Honestly, the name William Thompson was a bit amusing.

But the teasing smile on Hugh Miller’s face vanished in an instant, hidden without a trace. A name is just a symbol—you never know what kind of danger might be hidden behind a strange name.

Take Lily Bennett, for example!

Back then, even Hugh Miller hadn’t expected Joe Bennett to disappear so completely.

Before Hugh Miller could speak, Ryan Carter had already cupped his fists toward Lily Bennett and said very earnestly, “May I ask for your guidance…”

The cupped-fist gesture was done very naturally, without any affectation or awkwardness, as if he’d done it many times before. In ancient times, this was the most basic etiquette between people, but in today’s society, such a gesture just seemed a bit ridiculous.