CHAPTER 178: CHAPTER 178: MADMEN FEAR THE FEARLESS (REVISED)

President Pierce’s dark eyes fell on Tanya Sinclair, and suddenly, his heart settled.

"President Pierce." Tanya Sinclair walked towards him, looking obedient.

Declan Pierce didn’t respond. He walked closer and scanned her from head to toe, ensuring she was intact.

He brushed past Tanya Sinclair, only leaving the command: "Wait for me in the car."

Tanya Sinclair was still a bit puzzled.

Declan Pierce already stepped up the stairs, and following him was Zane Shaw!

There was another man whom Tanya Sinclair didn’t recognize.

But it seemed all the police here knew him.

They were very polite to the man, and Declan Pierce had no obstacles going upstairs; no one dared to stop him.

"Ms. Sinclair." Janne Hayes blocked Tanya Sinclair’s view, speaking politely and kindly, "Let’s head to the car. President Pierce will handle this personally."

How Declan Pierce intended to handle things was naturally beyond her control.

But there was still something Tanya Sinclair couldn’t let go of in her heart.

"Lawyer Hayes, please wait a moment." After speaking, she went to find the policewoman who had taken her statement earlier.

"Officer, I want to ask if the bottle that contained the acid has been sent for identification?"

The policewoman tactfully replied, "The bottle is basically confirmed to contain concentrated sulfuric acid, and the crime process is very complete. There’s actually no need for further detailed identification."

"I request a professional institution to examine and test the exact components of the liquid in the bottle." Tanya Sinclair’s tone was firm.

She always felt something was off.

The policewoman saw her insist and nodded, "I will send it for further identification and notify you when the results are out."

Tanya Sinclair left her number and then followed Janne Hayes out of the police station.

Janne Hayes walked ahead, unlocking the car door, and retrieved a packed meal box, handing it to Tanya Sinclair.

"Ms. Sinclair, you probably haven’t eaten anything yet? If you don’t mind, eat something to fill your stomach."

Tanya Sinclair instinctively wanted to refuse, but Janne Hayes continued, "I bought too much. If you don’t eat it, it will be wasted."

Hearing that, Tanya Sinclair finally accepted it and said "Thank you."

She was indeed hungry.

Opening the lid revealed several translucent crystal shrimp dumplings, with sticky pork ribs and greens underneath, still steaming hot.

After taking a couple of bites, Tanya Sinclair felt warmth spreading in her stomach.

Janne Hayes asked, "Ms. Sinclair, does it suit your taste?"

"Mm, this is what I like. Thank you, Assistant Hayes." Tanya Sinclair genuinely thanked Janne Hayes.

Since the first meeting, he seemed very friendly towards her.

Janne Hayes laughed awkwardly, "Haha, it was no trouble at all."

After all, it was President Pierce who prepared it; he just had to hand it over.

Janne Hayes tentatively asked, "Ms. Sinclair, what do you think of our President Pierce?"

"..."

Tanya Sinclair became alert.

Was this a small workplace test?

Talking about the boss with his confidant behind his back—only a fool would speak the truth.

She swallowed the shrimp dumpling in her mouth, looked up to meet Janne Hayes’s eager gaze, and flashed the standard office worker’s smile: "I think President Pierce is quite good, very supportive to his employees. Making a special trip so late at night, he’s a rare good boss. I will work doubly hard to repay the boss!"

Janne Hayes: "..."

Why does the atmosphere seem a bit skewed when it comes to Ms. Sinclair?

He even felt a bit sorry for President Pierce, his charms wasted...

On the other side, in the detention room.

Kyle Crawford sat there languidly, completely unflustered.

He knew the law.

And his family had some connections.

The incident today didn’t escalate much; he wouldn’t be sentenced for long, at most, it was attempted injury.

The most crucial part was that he had a diagnosis of mental illness.

A fully loaded buff.

The iron door opened again, Kyle Crawford lazily lifted his eyes, but this time, it wasn’t the police who entered.

But a young man.

Clad all in black, exuding a fierce and murderous aura, yet looking inexplicably unruly, with a certain unspeakable wickedness, especially paired with that face...

Kyle Crawford suddenly felt a chill, his previously relaxed posture adjusted slightly.

Seeing the man pull out a chair and sit across from him, a pair of deep black eyes looking down at him without a ripple, Kyle Crawford felt as if a chilling blade was tracing a circle around his neck.

He swallowed his saliva, shrinking back a bit.

The handcuffs and shackles jingled as they shook.

"W-who are you? I want to see the police!"

The man hadn’t said a word, but the deadly pressure he emitted made it hard for Kyle Crawford to breathe.

Kyle Crawford suddenly found the man’s face somewhat familiar, and the next moment, it hit him.

"You’re Declan Pierce!"

But why would Declan Pierce be here?

Could it really be for Tanya Sinclair?

Thinking of this, Kyle Crawford laughed sarcastically: "Indeed, I said, how did that bitch Tanya Sinclair get to be the head of the project right as she came in! Turns out she really is President Pierce’s little lover!"

Zane Shaw, who came in with Declan Pierce: "..."

He subtly moved back a bit to keep his distance from the fool Kyle Crawford.

Declan Pierce lowered his eyes, unhurriedly undoing his watch.

He spoke, his voice so indifferent it was devoid of emotion: "You have a big problem with Tanya Sinclair?"

"Ha, just saying a few things gets me fired. That bitch really thinks she’s something! She’s about my age, yelling orders at me, what gives her the right?" Kyle Crawford’s eyes glinted with menace, sneering cruelly, "She got lucky this time, but luck will always run out... What are you doing?"

Kyle Crawford didn’t finish before seeing Declan Pierce somehow had a small blade in his hand, wrapped in a handkerchief, and sliced it across his own neck.

Blood flowed out instantly!

Declan Pierce suddenly laughed, cool and sinister, with that streak of blood making his whole demeanor radiate with demonic charm.

Kyle Crawford started to panic.

He prided himself on being abnormal, but it was clear Declan Pierce was even crazier!

Seeing Declan Pierce walking towards him, Kyle Crawford was still handcuffed to the chair, unable to escape, and shouted frantically: "What... what do you want to do?! Somebody help!"

The next second, the blade was abruptly shoved into his hand.

Kyle Crawford was stunned.

Before he could react, the handkerchief that Declan Pierce had used earlier was tossed over his face.

Punch after punch rained down heavily, the blood soaking through the handkerchief, staining his fists red.

Declan Pierce’s smile widened at the corners of his mouth, his eyes filled with a burgeoning bloodthirsty madness.

But the base tone was cold.

Zane Shaw adjusted the glasses on his nose and moved further back.

Seeing Declan Pierce become increasingly frenzied, leaving Kyle Crawford, who had been struggling moments ago, convulsing.

Zane Shaw hurriedly spoke, "President Pierce, Ms. Sinclair is waiting outside for you."

This line was taught to him by Janne Hayes.

He said when the situation got out of control, mention Ms. Sinclair.

Zane Shaw had been somewhat skeptical, but upon seeing Declan Pierce’s raised fist stop abruptly in mid-air.

He remained outwardly calm, but inside he couldn’t stop muttering "What the hell!"

Does mentioning Tanya Sinclair really work that well??

Well well well, the future lifelong cash cow has been found.

Behind his glasses, a hint of a smile appeared in Zane Shaw’s shrewd eyes.

Following Declan Pierce out, he quietly took out his phone, sneakily changing Tanya Sinclair’s contact note from: [Ms. Sinclair (Declan Pierce pays)] directly to [Sponsor Sinclair].

Outside, Director Warner was waiting, and when he saw Declan Pierce coming out, he immediately stepped forward.

He noticed the bleeding wound on Declan Pierce’s neck, and was taken aback.

"Mr. Pierce, this..."

Declan Pierce touched the wound on his neck and said unhurriedly: "No need to worry, Director Warner. Kyle Crawford attempted to attack with a blade, intentionally trying to murder me. And I defended myself properly. My lawyer will handle the subsequent lawsuit and compensation."

Director Warner: "..."

He walked to the holding room and glanced inside, only to find the scene beyond his description.

Before leaving the police station, Declan Pierce went to the bathroom, his hands covered in a significant amount of blood, which he meticulously washed away.

When he came out, he saw Tanya Sinclair’s figure, leaning against the car door, head slightly raised, admiring a fallen leaf she had picked up.

"..."

Declan Pierce’s steps slowed slightly, his deep eyes squinting.

This scene was something he had actually seen many times.

Tanya Sinclair had a little habit of collecting fallen leaves, which occurred every time she went to meet Vincent Hawthorne.

He wasn’t intentionally following her.

It was just that, at the time, Declan Pierce worked part-time near the back gate of Crestwood University.

After finishing work, he would look out the window and see Tanya Sinclair.

She was meticulously dressed.

Light-colored shirt pleated skirt, in the autumn weather she wasn’t afraid of the cold, exposing her long and beautiful legs, her long hair tied back in a low ponytail, with golden sunlight flickering at the tips.

She patiently picked fallen leaves, while Declan Pierce, in a corner she never looked back at, quietly accompanied her.

Finally, when Vincent Hawthorne appeared, she joyfully showed him the fallen leaves.

In the sunlight, her smile was so bright, as if she had overcome winter.

He then receded his gaze, put on a hat, and turned to leave.

Declan Pierce thought, the past and the present didn’t seem much different...

Yet Tanya Sinclair suddenly seemed to sense something, turning her head at the exact moment to catch Declan Pierce’s unretracted gaze.

Tanya Sinclair brought the hand holding the leaves behind her back and smiled at him: "President Pierce."

"..."

Declan Pierce only felt his heart reverberate deeply within his chest.

There actually was a difference.

At least now, Tanya Sinclair could see him...