Chapter 251: A Unique Way to Compliment!

If you walk into a middle-class home with good finances and a high level of education, you’ll at least see a clean and tidy house.

It might not be luxurious or filled with expensive decorations, but it is clean and orderly—even the clothes in the wardrobe or drawers.

They are carefully folded and arranged in a way that can impress strangers at first glance.

Those who are shocked by neatness are usually untidy and lack self-discipline themselves, which is why they admire others’ discipline.

Sometimes, they are arrogant and believe nothing is impossible for them when they apply themselves.

Until one day, they see something unbearable:

Clothes folded perfectly neat.

Vera was never a full-time accountant. She worked occasionally through an accounting firm and stayed home when there was no work.

Their children were cared for by their parents, giving Vera plenty of time.

A maid handled the heavy chores, leaving Vera to manage the rest. Used to organizing numbers neatly in grids at work, she developed a typical obsessive-compulsive tendency she barely understood herself.

She folded her belongings perfectly—not just underwear. If you opened Gap’s wardrobe, you’d first see ties and cufflinks rolled up and placed in boxes like in a store.

It was a habit. Now, that habit seemed to embarrass some people, even though no one had ever criticized her.

The female officer’s exclamation drew several male officers and another female officer over. When they looked at the underwear and then at Vera, it made her feel as if she were standing naked before them.

Her face flushed red, then pale. “You have no right to do this…”

The officer looked at her with a mocking shake of the head. “Yes, I do!”

She continued to rummage through the underwear in front of Vera, mocking the filthiness of the garments and implying that a woman who wore such things must be filthy herself.

Vera trembled with anger. When she took a step, another female officer’s hand rested on her holstered gun, watching Vera warily.

No warning, just a stare.

The world felt utterly strange. These cops had barged into her home, humiliated her, and she could do nothing.

The two senior agents showed no intention of intervening and merely watched.

Vera forced herself to stay composed and requested, “I want to make a phone call.”

The wary female officer removed her hand from the holster. “You may, but I must know who you’re calling and what you say.”

Vera looked at her, then went to the bedside table and picked up the phone. Just after dialing, the officer pressed the speaker button, forcibly took the receiver, and put it back on the phone. “I said, I need to know everything you say.”

Vera had no choice. As a woman who had lived under society’s rules for thirty years, she didn’t resist at first and wouldn’t now. She silently accepted the unreasonable demand.

The call connected quickly. The voice on the line eased Vera’s trembling body. “It’s me…”

Vera pressed her lips. “Can you come here? I’m in trouble.”

Lynch didn’t hesitate. From the phone came the sound of hurried writing, pen scratching on paper.

“Of course, wait for me…”

The call ended. The female officer sneered, “No matter who comes, it won’t help. Understand, ma’am?”

Behind cases like this, the police department had already been briefed, given some kind of directive from above, making everyone brazen.

Don’t think all cops are good people. They’re just doing a job. Outside that, they’re ordinary people in society.

They share the same emotions, flaws like jealousy.

A beautiful woman, a beautiful home, a wardrobe filled with lingerie so fine that the two female officers could only admire it through glass—things they couldn’t afford or wear.

Everyone loves beauty, but it can’t be built on their own ugliness; otherwise, it’s not beauty, at least not to them.

Soon, Lynch’s car pulled up outside. Order had been restored well in Sabin City. People too hungry to walk a few steps without gasping no longer posed a threat.

Soldiers still patrolled intermittently during the presidential transition. The military wouldn’t leave Sabin City until the new president was sworn in.

So Lynch could appear on the streets in his car again, which made him feel better.

As he entered, officers approached, but upon recognizing Lynch’s face, they awkwardly stepped aside.

Few in the Sabin City police didn’t know Lynch now. After donating ten police cars and twenty thousand Sol to the police club, most officers knew the wealthy benefactor and his connection to the police chief.

Even if they didn’t like or hate him, they respected him.

Inside, Lynch removed his coat and hat, hung them on a nearby rack, then glanced at the two agents standing in the upstairs hallway and smiled warmly.

Handsome, cheerful young men usually received goodwill. The agents quickly looked away—they knew Lynch.

Lynch was becoming more famous in Sabin City. Ordinary people might not know him well yet, but agents and police had some knowledge.

Every city has people you can’t offend—like Mayor’s nephew Mark.

Or Lynch, who had good ties with the mayor and local tycoons. These were hard people to cross; no one risked offending them on official business.

Lynch soon reached the second-floor room. Seeing him, Vera sighed deeply in relief. “Thank God, you’re finally here…”

Her eyes reddened. She had never been so wronged or humiliated since childhood. The glances that brushed past her cut not only her body but her soul.

Lynch gave her a brief hug to comfort her. “Leave the rest to me.”

Those words relaxed her completely. Lynch sensed her weakness and helped her onto the bed. “Rest a while…”

Then he turned to the others. “Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, she’s unwell and needs to rest. Could you continue the search later?”

Judging by how ransacked the place was, Lynch knew they had something backing them—like the search warrant.

In the Baylor Federation, the judicial process is rigid and strictly enforced—no one dares to violate it lightly.

Officially, these procedures are said to protect the rights of ordinary people to the greatest extent. It seems that way, and the public believes it too, but in reality, they protect those with power and influence even more.

There was a case in the federation’s judicial history—a murder. A wealthy man’s wife was brutally killed at home. Almost all evidence pointed to the husband, but because an agent inexplicably failed to follow proper procedures when collecting evidence, the key evidence lost its legal validity. The case dragged on for a long time before being dropped.

The wealthy man even drunkenly hinted to others that he was responsible, but it was too late. The procedural error cost the police their chance, and the case was permanently closed.

If the man never became involved in other cases, he effectively escaped legal punishment.

As for the agent… he was overwhelmed with guilt over his mistake, unable to face his work. Shortly after, he resigned and later became another wealthy man.

The rigid process also restrains law enforcement. Without a search warrant, they dare not enter, as any mistake could risk reopening the Liston Group case.

Of course, that’s unlikely—they always follow the procedure.

After a brief pause, the two agents left the room. They had already conducted a search before and knew there was nothing here. This was just a formality, a way to pressure Vera.

Once the agents left, the two female officers had to leave as well. When Lynch closed the door, he couldn’t help but frown.

Lynch is known as a man of high morals, above base interests. Yet just as he shut the door, he overheard the overweight female officer outside mockingly guessing about his relationship with Vera.

In her filthy imagination, Lynch and Vera had gone beyond friendship—hence his intervention now.

She even envied Lynch’s handsome looks and insulted him as good-for-nothing besides being rich and handsome.

Though partly true, she overlooked one thing: Lynch’s inner strength—his intelligence.