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In the barracks, Adjutant Gerber was already nursing a headache. "Cruchot," he sighed, gesturing to a blurry photograph. "The 'Wild Ones' are back at the secret beach. The Mayor is furious. The tourists are scandalized. Handle it. Quietly." "Quietly" was not in Cruchot’s vocabulary.

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"In the name of the Law!" Cruchot screamed, tripping over a driftwood log and performing a perfect somersault into the shallow water. He emerged dripping wet, pointing a soggy finger at a bewildered sunbather. "Your swimsuit is missing three square centimeters of fabric! To the station!" In the barracks, Adjutant Gerber was already nursing

But the chaos of the beach was nothing compared to the evening's gala. Nicole, desperate to fit in with the local jet set, had told her new friends her father was a multi-millionaire yacht owner named "Cruchot de la Mer." The Mayor is furious

The sun had barely begun to warm the terracotta roofs of Saint-Tropez when the silence of the harbor was shattered by the rhythmic, frantic coughing of a vintage Citroën Méhari. Behind the wheel, Ludovic Cruchot adjusted his kepi with a grimace of absolute authority.