My CEO Boss Is A Masked Internet Sensation
Chapter 238: Invasion Of His Privacy

Chapter 238: Invasion Of His Privacy

(Author’s POV)

By the morning of the next day, a raid by police was planned on Karsten’s villa after receiving the search warrant from the judge.

The evidence against him was substantial, especially with Arata’s words from the videos and audio.

But to their astonishment, they found his place empty except for the house staff and his personal guard, Olphi.

"Where is Karsten Chevalier? We have a search warrant and are here to take him under custody." The lead detective on the case informed Olphi. They had been trying to reach Karsten but his phone had been switched off.

Olphi simply shrugged his shoulders. "He didn’t inform me to where he was headed. You are welcome to search his villa. Mr Karsten has nothing to hide."

He stepped aside and let the armed police officers enter Karsten’s sanctuary.

Asbela trembled beside him, so he wrapped a big, assuring arm around her shaking figure.

"Don’t worry, truth always comes to light. We have to be there for the Master in this difficult time," he whispered in her ear and she only nodded, stifling a cry.

The police spread with precision. Going from room to room, invading his personal space. They went through his clothes, his personal stuff and even his undergarments. But they found nothing related to his potentially being a stalker or kidnapper.

Since Arata was already living with him, all of her belongings were present in the room too.

"Was Arata Zyair willingly living with Mr Chevalier or had he kidnapped her?" The detective sharply questioned a terrified Asbela. Others descended the stairs, carrying cartons of evidence they believed would be relevant in the further investigation.

"Miss Arata came and went willingly. Mr Karsten never forced her. I was her personal staff while she was here. All I saw was love between them," Asbela said, trying not to sob. Tears danced in her eyes. She couldn’t believe that the police were here to arrest her master.

The Detective Pimber pinned her with a glare but Olphi pulled her into himself, not liking how the detective was trying to frighten her.

Another police officer rushed to Detective Pimber’s side and whispered something in his ear. His jaw tensed at the words of his subordinate and his eyes wavered to Olphi.

"There is a locked room down the hall, where does it lead to? We need access."

Olphi remained calm and sharp as a rock.

"It leads to a basement garage where Mr Karsten keeps his motorbikes."

Pimber gripped his handgun tight. "We need access. Lead the way."

Olphi squeezed Asbela’s shoulder and said.

"Wait here."

She stiffly nodded but stayed and Olphi led the police officers towards the locked door.

Halting near the keypad, he punched in the code, and the door opened, revealing the staircase leading down to the basement. The heat-sensitive lights automatically switched on as they began to descend.

One of the police officers took the lead, keeping his gun in position and his head cocked.

The other followed behind with extreme caution as if entering a lion’s den. The atmosphere dropped as they reached another heavy metal door with a keypad on it.

Olphi confidently walked forward and entered the second code.

The police held their breath as the door whirled open, revealing a wide room. The blue lights embedded in the ceiling turned on, washing the place in its mysterious glow.

Detective Pimber took the lead along with his partner. His sharp eyes scanned while he flicked his fingers, making his companions spread throughout the room.

They were expecting to find Arata there or Karsten hiding away but the place seemed empty.

Olphi stayed near the door and one of the officers kept an eye on him.

They threw open the doors of the closet and ransacked the fridge and shelves. Turned his couch upside down. Inspected his bikes using laser instruments.

They tried to find any clues, any hair samples, blood stains or anything else.

Every stray strand of hair they found was black, not red and yet it was collected.

Detectives thoroughly checked his bikes and opened the backdoor, which led to a tunnel, weaving its way out of the villa and onto the main road.

There was no trace of Karsten or Arata there which disappointed the police.

Detectives noted down all the details and left the underground room.

"The villa is under our surveillance. He can’t evade us for long. We are seizing all his vehicles," the Detective told Olphi while making his way back to the top.

Olphi remained unmoved, detached too.

"We should check flight details. He must have fled the city. I am sure he owns a private jet," Detective Hastian mumbled to his companion.

They were still furious at how Karsten had smooth-talked them earlier and escaped before they could figure out he was involved in kidnapping, harassing and stalking his secretary and girlfriend.

The detectives left along with most of the police officers, taking the samples they had found. Two police officers stayed behind to keep an eye on the villa, in hopes that Karsten would return.

"When is the call data from Arata’s phone expected to arrive from the call company?" Detective Pimber asked his partner while shutting the vehicle door.

"They promised tomorrow. Somehow even in this advanced age, it takes so much time to provide the data."

"I am curious to see whom she spoke to last and if there is a twist to the story we don’t know about. It seems too convenient." Detective Hastian gripped the steering wheel and put his car in the ignition so they could head over to their precinct.

"Her family won’t be pleased. More time elapses, the more her life becomes endangered."

"Yeah, let’s find the bastard. We should get in contact with the police force of Sparia. I can bet that’s where he went." They had dug out Karsten’s story and learnt he was originally from Sparia.

With these words, they sped away.

Olphi watched them go and closed the Villa’s doors. Getting back inside, he took out his phone and called Karsten on the new number he had acquired.

He had switched off his old number so no one would be able to reach him.

"Sir! Just as you had anticipated, the police came with search and arrest warrants for you." He paused listening to Karsten’s answer from the other side.

"Yes, I had cleared out everything suspicious from the underground room. They found nothing."

Another pause.

"How is the initiation going and what is our next step going to be?"

Karsten stood bare-chested with his hand gripping the phone to his ear. His chest was littered with new tattoos strewn all across his structured torso and so was his right hand.

A special tattoo stood prominent against his tanned skin.

A ring rested in his middle finger.

The determination made his eyes shine with this unearthly light. He stared at a piece of paper in his hand, signed with his blood.

The new Mafia Lord of Sparia had risen and he was thirsty for the blood of the person who had dared take away his woman.

"Now we find My Queen," he said with determination.

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