Officer Chambers's expression changed slightly, but he still instructed the female officer to fetch the phone for her.

Freya asked for a computer and connected it with a data cable. In less than a minute, she pulled up all the transfer and receipt records on the phone.

"Well, take a look for yourself. Which one did I transfer out?"

She turned the computer screen towards the stubbled man and slid the mouse across the screen. "This one, or this one?"

The stubbled man nervously swallowed and shook his head. "It's not this one."

"Then find it."

Freya immediately transformed all the transfer records into a dynamic display, letting the stubbled man point out.

As he looked through page after page of records, cold sweat dripped down the stubbled man's face.

All of these were his various illegal income records, now completely exposed before the police.

Even if he successfully framed Freya today, he couldn't escape the law.

Just based on these records, he could be sentenced to life imprisonment or even death.

After all, how many transfer records were there, proving how many people he had killed.

He was already a desperate criminal, barely making ends meet recently and taking on all kinds of jobs. He didn't expect to encounter such a big client.

The other party asked him to kill a woman, offering 7 million dollars.

After the person died, he would report to the police and turn himself in, then the client would give him 7 million dollars.

He had thought that once he entered prison, he would find a way to escape and flee abroad with the money, ensuring a worry-free life for the rest of his life.

But who would have expected that this woman would be so skilled.

Not only did she crack his phone password, but she also retrieved his payment records.

The stubbled man felt like the sky is about to collapse.

Especially when Freya projected the screen onto the wall, exposing all his conversations with the client.

"Tsk tsk, you've taken on a lot of work in the past three years. If you count them carefully, you've been involved in quite a few deaths. But, am I hard of hearing or you didn't explain clearly just now? Why did I remember you saying that this was your first time killing someone?"

The stubbled man was sweating profusely, his face turning as black as a pig's liver. He stammered, "You're cunning, clearly you're the one behind this, these records are all fake."

"Fake?"

Freya covered her mouth to stifle a laugh, then turned to Officer Chambers. "For prisoners who have committed so many crimes, doesn't your bureau keep records? Also, the identities of the deceased need to be filed, right? Retrieve them and compare, then we'll know if I tampered with the evidence or if someone is lying."

Officer Chambers looked steadily at Freya. He hadn't expected her to be as difficult to deal with as rumored.

She actually had such methods and even attempted to retrieve all the information on the deceased.

With a stern face, he said, "All the files in the police station are confidential. Do you think you can just look at them because you want to?"

"Sorry, I didn't mean to trespass, but the murderer is accusing me of cheating. If we don't bring out the data for comparison, I'm afraid I won't be able to prove my innocence. I believe Officer Chambers is a fair and just policeman. With all the evidence laid out, you can easily tell who is lying."

"A murderer who has dozens of lives on his hands, was sent here to accuse me of murder, don't you find it ridiculous?"

With that, Freya chuckled softly, completely unconcerned that she was in a police station.

Officer Chambers frowned deeply. His gaze was sharp as he looked at the stubbled man, then gestured to his subordinates. "Take this man away and interrogate him rigorously."

"Yes, sir!"

Two uniformed men approached and forcefully took the stubbled man away.

With that settled, Freya yawned, her expression lazy. "Since everything has been cleared up, proving that this man intentionally framed me, can I leave now?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Lawson, even if the witness's testimony is false, you're still the prime suspect. You can't leave for the time being."

"Oh? So you're planning to detain me?"

She stared deeply at Officer Chambers, who appeared righteous. But the look he exchanged with the stubbled man just now made her realize something was off.

This was Solterra, where the police force followed the royal commands.

So, today's incident might be related to the royal family after all.

Indeed, they were targeting her.

It made her think, what game were Lucy and Selena playing?

First, bribing allergic customers to sue her, then killing Lily. It was clearly an attempt to frame her for murder and prevent her from turning the tables in court.

Ruthless, this move was indeed ruthless.

However, they ultimately underestimated her strength. They thought they could bring her down with such petty tricks?

It was simply wishful thinking!

Since they wanted to play, fine, she would play along with them!

"Everything will wait for twenty-four hours. If there's enough evidence to prove your innocence, of course we'll release you."

Freya chuckled, "Alright, I'll stay here then. You can go notify my family now."

Perfect, she couldn't find a reason not to go to Leiton Island. Now that she was detained in the police station, she couldn't keep her appointment. Her master couldn't blame her, right?

Since she was here anyway, she might as well stay overnight and avoid her master's scolding.

The news quickly spread back to the villa.

Of course, Ella had already informed Bradley, who rushed back immediately.

"What's going on?"

"Mr. Bradley, someone reported that Freya committed murder, and she has been arrested."

Ella told him about Lily's death. Hearing this, Bradley frowned deeply.

He called Gabriel, shook off his black windbreaker, and strode out of the villa.

By the time he arrived at the police station, it was already three in the morning.

Bradley stormed in, startling the on-duty officers.

"Who reported it?"

The officer pulled out his gun, aiming it at him.

Bradley walked out of the darkness, his handsome face ice-cold, devoid of any warmth, as if he had come from hell.

His dark eyes were filled with coldness, and in an instant, he grabbed the officer's hand from behind, snatching the gun from him and pressing it against the officer's temple.

"Where's Freya?"

The officer fell to the ground, writhing in pain. Bradley's strength was too great, and he had broken the officer's wrist with ease.

He writhed in pain, cold sweat pouring down, crying out in agony.

The commotion here alarmed others, and soon a group of armed officers rushed out.

Seeing this, Bradley furrowed his brows fiercely.

Just as a group of officers surrounded him, a Mediterranean man ran in from outside.

"Back off, all of you, back off."

The newcomer was the police chief.

When Bradley was on the way, he had someone contact the chief, asking him to come to the police station immediately.

Upon hearing it was someone from the dark web, the chief jumped out of bed in shock, hastily throwing on clothes and rushing over.

Seeing so many people surrounding Bradley, he sternly ordered them to back off.

"Where's Miss Lawson? Release her immediately."

An officer responded, "Chief, this is Officer Chambers's order. He said the female suspect inside is suspected of murder and must be detained for twenty-four hours."

Upon hearing this, the chief's face trembled with anger, his chubby cheeks shaking. "Beau Chambers, is it? Tell him to get over here right now."

"Yes, sir!"