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This was no time to go to a restaurant and eat their fill. It would be too easy for people to twist the story.

Lu Bai understood his manager's plan. "You've thought this through. Thanks for the effort."

"I'm not dieting today. The food at the detention center was awful. I could barely swallow it."

Just thinking about the taste made Lu Bai nauseous. The sweetness of the imported mineral water barely held it back.

He gulped down several mouthfuls. The driver slammed on the brakes, and half the bottle spilled over Lu Bai's face, soaking him to the skin.

"How are you driving?" Lu Bai snapped.

"What's going on?" His manager tried to calm him while checking what had happened.

"The p-police are blocking the road," the driver stammered.

Lu Bai was already in a foul mood. "What the hell? What do they want now? I'm trying to get to lunch!"

The car door opened, and the officers immediately fixed their eyes on Lu Bai.

"Lu Bai, you're suspected of drug use and trafficking. Please cooperate with our investigation."

How did the police find out?!

Lu Bai's pupils contracted, and his mind raced. "I don't use drugs! You can't just arrest me. Do you have evidence? Do you have a warrant?"

"We have evidence and an emergency arrest warrant," an officer said.

Whatever Lu Bai asked for, the police had it.

Less than five minutes after leaving the detention center, Lu Bai was taken back.

He wouldn't get a hot meal from Private Dining House, but he would get a hot prison meal.

His manager felt as though his world was collapsing. What was all this?

Once he calmed down, he and the lawyer looked into the situation. He also went to find the paparazzo he had hired and