NovelEnglishThe Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 145
Chapter 145 Disaster
The captain, Wilbur Duffy, tracked Matias' gaze, uncertainty flickering across his
weathered features.
The interrogation room door swung open with a soft creak, revealing an
interrogator who straightened his posture at the sight of his superior. "Mr. Duffy," he acknowledged
with deference.
Wilbur inclined his head toward the interrogation room, his chin movement deliberate.
"What's the situation in there?"
"We've apprehended a group following reports of illicit dealings," the interrogator elaborated. "The suspects are
undergoing questioning as we speak."
"Illicit dealings?" Matias echoed, his quiet words carrying layers of unspoken meaning.
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The interrogator shifted his gaze toward Wilbur, seeking silent permission before continuing. "There's been an
organization trafficking in forged antiques and artwork for several years. The evidence recovered from these
individuals suggests connections to an unresolved case from three years ago."
Wilbur studied Matias' countenance with careful consideration. "Does something about this case trouble you,
Matias?"
Emerging from his contemplation, Matias offered a measured smile.
"This appears to be quite a significant case. It will likely require your personal oversight. Other matters demand
my attention, so I'll take my leave." He slipped one hand into his pocket and strode away, his footsteps echoing
in the corridor.
His mind churned with the near-certainty that Corrine sat in that interrogation
room.
The question of whether Nate knew about this development weighed heavily on his thoughts.
After careful deliberation, Matias resolved to return to the company immediately and inform Nate, knowing full
well Wilbur's reputation for unwavering strictness and absolute impartiality.
Within the station's confines, interrogators methodically questioned each suspect.
Corrine remained seated at the center, her wrists bound to the table by cold metal
handcuffs.
Wilbur's entrance brought a chill to the room. "Name, age, occupation!" he demanded, his voice sharp as steel.
Corrine responded to each query with composed precision.
"What brought you to the scene? Were you involved in illegal transactions? Did you transport those items?"
"To save someone. No, and no." Corrine's replies cut through the air with deliberate brevity.
Her detached demeanor ignited Wilbur's fury. His fist crashed against the table. "Young lady, you have a
promising future ahead. Here's swisdom-better safe than sorry! Otherwise, you might spend your prime
years behind prison walls!"
The day's events struck Corrine as peculiar. Though the identity of the informant remained a mystery, she
refused to dwell on such trivialities.
"Might | make a phone call?"
"You think this is a hotel?" Wilbur's anger flared anew, his eyes blazing. "Cooperate, or face the consequences!"
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmCorrine's gaze drifted to the wall clock, her voice carrying practiced indifference.
"Whatever."
Her thoughts wandered to Jules-surely the message had reached him by now, and he
was en route.
In the neighboring interrogation room, perspiration soaked through Donnelly's clothes.
Panic gripped his mind as he wondered about the anonymous tipster.
This situation spelled disaster!
Carl's reaction to Corrine's predicament would be catastrophic. Donnelly dreaded the consequences.
Even more terrifying were Jayden and Waldo, those seemingly kind men who
transformed into fiercely protective uncles where Corrine was concerned. Their devotion knew no bounds when it
cto her welfare.
Would they lay siege to the police station upon discovering this?
Donnelly's stomach churned he had stumbled into a nightmare of his own making
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