The Shadow of Great Britain
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405: Chapter 234: Tycoon Harrison (4K4) 405: Chapter 234: Tycoon Harrison (4K4) “What…

what are you doing?!”

Bernie Harrison, seeing the crowd packed outside the door, first felt astonishment and fear, but what surged in his heart first was anger.

He recognized Ledley’s distinctive Scotland Yard uniform at a glance.

The frustration that had been building up these days felt like a stone stuck in his throat.

Harrison, suppressing his anger, said, “Are you never going to stop?

It was enough to drag me into Scotland Yard for interrogation over a murder case, but now you plan to trouble me over this little entertainment?

Does Scotland Yard not take my parliamentary immunity nor the ‘Great Charter’ seriously at all?”

When Ledley heard this, he immediately realized that Harrison hadn’t grasped the situation.

He saluted solemnly and said, “I apologize, Mr.

Harrison, you have immunity, but the lady beside you does not enjoy such protection, and we need to take her in for further questioning.

Please understand our work.

We are currently carrying out Scotland Yard’s routine clearance operation on criminal situations in the Oxford Street area.”

The reporters following Ledley also smelled the news.

Thanks to the camera not yet being invented in this era, the reporters’ attire wasn’t as easily recognizable as it would be later.

So, to Harrison, those in uniform were Scotland Yard’s blue lobsters, and those not in uniform were Scotland Yard’s undercover cops.

A few reporters stepped forward.

They first glanced at the woman hidden under the blanket and then at Harrison, who was visibly holding back his anger.

The old reporters exchanged smiles and, familiar with their trade, pulled out notepads while interviewing, “Mr.

Harrison, why are you found here?

As far as we know, this is not a respectable place.

Is this lady beside you your wife?

Or a lady of equal status to your wife?”

Enraged by the question, Harrison grabbed a pillow and threw it at the reporter: “Are you intentionally asking obvious questions?

She is nothing to me; I’m just out for some amusement.

Do you now want to cuff me and throw me in the station?

I’m telling you, you don’t have the power!

This is a misdemeanor, and as a Member of Parliament, I have full immunity!”

The old reporter lit a cigarette calmly, while a younger reporter hurriedly brought a chair for him to sit on, hoping to learn a few tricks from the veteran.

The old reporter, smoking calmly, said, “Mr.

Harrison, is this how you use the rights bestowed upon you by the public?

If I remember correctly, you are married.

Thus, not only is your behavior illegal, but it also goes against Christian morals.

Aren’t you worried about letting down the expectations of your voters?”

“Whether or not I meet the voters’ expectations is none of your damn business.

Do you lot even have the right to vote?”

Harrison threatened: “I warn you, I have discussed the murder case with your superiors.

I will cooperate fully with the investigation, but if you keep on pestering me, I won’t be easy to deal with.

Officer, you’d better think carefully when you speak to a Member of Parliament whether your name is Richard Rowan or Arthur Hastings.

If it’s neither, you’d better be more polite.”

The old reporter, undisturbed, continued to note: “Mr.

Harrison, you’re free to express yourself, but I too am free to record the threats you hurl.

The ‘Great Charter’ doesn’t grant you the right to misuse your powers like this, and your rampant corruption is exactly why Britain’s public demands parliamentary reform.

On this, I fully support Earl Grey’s decision.”

Harrison, catching what he thought was a slip, vehemently retorted: “Listen to what you’re saying.

Earl Grey!

A Scotland Yard policeman holding the political views of the Whig Party; this is nothing but political retaliation.

You’re completely violating the principle of maintaining political neutrality.

Mister, believe me, with that statement you just made, I will make sure you lose your job!”

The young reporter, hearing this, glanced around the room and quickly sketched a rough cartoon outline on his paper: “Mr.

Harrison, although I’m not very experienced, following Mr.

Thomas Barnes for so long, you are the first Member of Parliament I’ve seen speak to him with such an attitude.”

“Thomas Barnes?” Harrison heard the name and first froze, then felt a chill: “The ‘Jupiter’ of The Times?”

The old reporter just chuckled and tipped his hat in acknowledgment: “Jupiter, that’s a bit of an exaggeration.

There are many excellent journalists in the industry, but what makes me better than them is that I’ve always been lucky.

You see, I was just invited to follow a routine interview today, and I happened to run into you.”

Harrison, shocked, hurriedly threw off the blanket, preparing to get out of bed, but before he could put on his slippers, Officer Ledley quickly pushed him back onto the bed.

Ledley, with apologetic gravity, said, “Mr.

Harrison, if I may suggest, you should cover up.

It’s getting chilly these days; I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold.”

The young reporter couldn’t help but laugh aloud, “Mr.

Barnes, after so many years of interviewing, you must also find this scene quite unprecedented.”