Hello Mr. Major General (2)

Chapter 204 - Everyone's A Drama Queen

Reva testified against Devika and her four accomplices. She had evidence proving that the four men had not only stolen the secret prop photos, but other confidential information from the Special Ops computers, culminating in Prime Minister Dou’s miraculous “counterattack” in the
previous general election.

The judge presiding over the special military court made no attempt to hide his disdain. At 4 o’clock in the afternoon, the judge announced his verdict. “Devika Gandhi stoleconfidential military intelligence and leaked them, resulting in a massive setback for our Special Operations Forces men working in Europe. She falsified her medical records and
pretended to be mentally ill in an attempt to avoid punishment for her crimes. She is also guilty of character
assassination. I now sentence her to life imprisonment, andshe is to be stripped of her political rights.”

When Devika heard this, she swayed on her feet, before her knees finally gave out on her. She collapsed in a
dead faint onto the bench in the dock.

Her four accomplices standing behind her did not faint, but each and every one of them had turned as white as a sheet.

Each of the four men were found guilty of being anaccomplice to Devika’s crimes, and of betraying theirorganization and selling confidential information. Like Devika, the four men were sentenced to life imprisonment.

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Once the trial was over, Reva dialed Sidharth’snumber and left him a message: “It’s a life sentence for her,
sir, with no possibility of parole.”

Sidharth did not answer the phone. The matter hadbeen dealt with, and he had moved on; he had to focus on
Bai Jinyi’s case, and get a new investigation team to re-examine the laboratory accident from 16 years ago.

The sentence handed to Devika was relayed to thePrime Minister’s office. Neha Dhupia, the Prime Minister’s
wife, fainted as soon as she heard it.
The family doctor rushed to her aid. One oxygen mask,massage, and injection later, she finally opened her eyes. As soon as she woke up, she grabbed Prime Minister Gandhi’s
collar and wailed sorrowfully: “What are we going to do?What’s going to happen to Devika? You have to think ofsomething! She’s only 27 years old! She’s too young to spend the rest of her life in prison!”

Rahul stood beside his mother, comforting her. “Don’tbe sad, Mommy. This is a bad time for us, so we can’t doanything for the time being. Once the storm has passed,we’ll plead on Devika’s behalf, and get her out on bail.”

“We can do that? Really?” Neha looked eagerly at herhusband. She was like a drowning woman, desperatelygrasping at every straw.
Prime Minister Gandhi averted his gaze. He gave a non-committal grunt in reply, before adding: “Let’s wait. Two of their men have died, we should give them some time to quell their anger…”

“The deaths of those men have nothing to do with Devika! They died because of Sidharth’s incompetence! He messed up, and now he wants to shift the blame to Devika! What a heartless villain—Devika must have been blind to fall in love with him!” Neha was angry with Sidharth, and she made no effort to hide it in front of her husband and son. She wanted badly to march up to Sidharth and yell curses to his face.

“Mommy! What are you saying?!” Rahul had to keep himself from rushing over to his mother and clamping his hands over her mouth. “You’re still a suspect! This isn’t the
time to step on Sidharth’s toes!”

“What can he do to me? Sidharth ruined my daughter’s life. Does he dare harm me, too?” Neha thought of her beloved daughter having to spend the rest of her life behind bars, and the tears began to flow, unchecked.

“All right, stop crying.” Prime Minister Gandhi waved his hand, annoyed. “You didn’t ask for my consent when you asked my men to help you get the photos. Now all four of them have been sentenced to life imprisonment. Do you honestly think you can shrug this off and pretend you had nothing to do with it?”