Chapter 29 Forget About Getting Off Easy
Finished
Just as Jemima was about to let out a breath of relief, a slender finger suddenly reached through the crack in the door, stopping the elevator from cloning
Her nerves, which had only just begun to relax, tensed up again.
Scott stepped in and spoke in his usual calm tone. “I tried on the suit”
Jemima blinked. “Oh Does it fir?”
“Not quite” His voice remained even. “The shoulders were too tight, and the trousers were too short.”
Jemima’s smile faltered. A wave of frustration washed over her. She sighed inwardly. “Maybe I should just pay you back with
Scott didn’t respond. He simply gazed at her, his eyes deep and unfathomable, like the endless sea and the vast night sky- revealing nothing.
The
“The elevator doors slowly slid shut once again.
Jemima stood frozen outside, her mind clouded with confusion.
What does that even mean? Is that a yes or a no? Couldn’t he just give me a straight answer?.
This way of talking–where she had to decipher his every word–was exhausting. That was exactly why she had run off earlier after just a few exchanges. Talking to him was mentally draining–it felt like her brain cells were dying one by one.
And yet, as she stood there blaming him in her head, she suddenly remembered–he was her savior. That night, he had even swallowed his pride to vouch for her. And when he showed up at the park, it was because he was worried about her.
Thinking about it now, guilt pricked at her conscience. She walked into her condominium, tossed her bag aside, and collapsed onto the couch. Within moments, she drifted off to sleep.
At the police station, Julius sat in the interrogation room, staring at the nine photographs the police had laid out before him.
“There were eight men and one woman. The men looked vile, like sewer rats lurking in the filth.
A wave of nausea rolled through him”
He could not–would not–allow himself to think about what might have happened if Jemima had really fallen into their hands
He didn’t even want to imagine how desperate she must have felt in that moment.
A police officer broke the silence. “Your wife reported that she was drugged and kidnapped last night. She says she called you three times. You didn’t answer the first two, On the third attempt, your lover, Nadine, picked up. Your wife recorded that call. Listen for yourself”
The officer pressed play.
Julius listened, enduring yet another round of torment.
night, but now, learing the police recount the sequence of even forced to endure the torment of reliving that
Every second of that recording cut into him like a blade. He had already
the crook of his arm, his vision blurring with unshed tears,
so clearly, so coldly, only made it worse. He buried his face.
The officer’s voice remained impassive, but there was an undeniable trace of disdain beneath his professionalism. “So? Why
you
answer your wife’s calls? And how exactly did your phone end up with your lover!”
didn’t
Julius forced himself to straighten up. His voice was hoarse but steady. “I was working late at the office. Nadine came in. She took my phone, said she wanted to play some games. I was too busy to think much of it.”
The officer scoffed. “You let your mistress have free access to something as private as your phone? You expect us to believe
Chapter 29 Forget About Getting Off Easy
“Check the surveillance footage Julius clenched his jaw “There’s a camera in my office.
“Oh, don’t worry. We’ll definitely verify everything”
Finished
Meanwhile, in separate interrogation rooms, Nadine and Amanda were also being questioned. Nadine, in a flood of tears. pointed the blame squarely at Amanda
When asked whether Julius was involved, she immediately denied it–adamantly, desperately. She insisted that she’d only said those things to hurt Jemima
Her expression was almost pathetic–like a woman willing to throw anyone under the bus just to protect the man she loved.
The two female officers questioning her exchanged disgusted glances
Amanda.
the other hand, was seated in another interrogation room, her complexion shifting between pale and flushed red. The officers fired questions at her one after another, and she had no choice but to answer.
She had never suffered such humiliation before
Her regret was suffocating. She believed that Nadine–a daughter of the Goodwin family–would make a good daughter–in- law She had been so sure of it
And yet
this woman turned out to be worse than a ghost. Not only had she committed a crime, but she had the audacity to pin the blame on Amanda. There was no way Amanda would allow Nadine to step foot into the Stahl family again.
While the interrogations were underway, the legal teams from the Stahl and Goodwin families rushed to the police station, cager to post bail.
But Amelia had anticipated this from the very beginning. She stayed put, engaging in a battle of wits with them. Not only did she provide the police with more evidence regarding the crime, but she also made sure to voice the demands of the victims.
In short, Nadine could forget about getting off easy.
And as for Julius, he wouldn’t be walking free until at least eight o’clock the next morning
At two in the morning, Amelia drove straight from the police station to Jemima’s condominium
Jernima, who had only managed a few hours of sleep, was already up by then. She had changed out of her red dress, removed Ther makeup, and was now packing her bags.
“I brought some snacks Come eat.”
The two of them sat out on the balcony, enjoying grilled skewers and sipping beer under the quiet night sky.
