Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0071

"Richie."

"Ma'am Sydney." He called back and I couldn't stop the brief bitter chuckle that bubbled up my throat. Wasn't he plainly calling me Sydney the other day? Now what was the fuss with the whole ma'am? "Tell me, Richie, what would you gain by hiring an assassin disguised as a supplier to kill me?"

It all made sense now, when we discussed the new addition to Luxe vogue and obviously, as a department head, Bran had to be present and he had been. He had been among the department heads that even dropped their opinions.

"What assassin?" His lips tembled slightly. "What do you mean? I don't understand what you're talking about," he continued, attempting to feign ignorance, but I could see through it all. His fidgety fingers, his trembling lips, his unnecessarily creased brows and squinted eyes, it was all there - the telltale signs of guilt.

I raised my brows, "Is that how you want to escape this? By pretending to know nothing about it."

His brows furrowed deeper, "What...why..." he stuttered pathetically so I shut him up.

don't need to pretend. The dumb man you hired has confessed." His eyes widened and his face turned

as he tried to speak up. "If I were you, I would have taken the money you

could barely tell but I still held his gaze, there was

sure that the punishment for ordering a murder and committing one personally are not the same. Besides, I've had all the

he tried to stop her.

turn even paler as he looked down the window. His

knees, "I've been with you since the company was founded, don't do this to me.

a choice but you chose not to cherish it. Instead, you chose not

one of the police walked in. They handcuffed Richie, ignoring his protests and pleas and took him

ignored him. They took him out of the room and down the elevator. I stormed to

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Chapter 0071