Billionaire’s Ex-wife : Craving You

Chapter 115

JUNE

PRESENT TIME

I can’t believe they’re summoning me for questioning in this case; it’s just so unbelievable. Seriously, what the heck is going on? As the car slowly came to a stop outside the detective’s office, my anxiety was escalating with every passing moment. I had to keep reminding myself to stay calm and not do anything that might give them further cause to suspect me. The weight on my shoulders was already overwhelming, and this situation wasn’t helping.

Taking a deep breath, I carefully reached into my purse, retrieved a mint, and gently placed it in my mouth. Just as I had anticipated, the mint’s coolness spread through me, gradually working to calm my frayed nerves.

Exiting the car, I casually tossed the car key into my purse, retrieved my sleek, dark sunglasses, and shielded my eyes with them. With an air of confidence, I gracefully strolled into the building, completely unfazed by the lingering gazes from onlookers, as well as the female cops deeply engrossed in conversation with another person.

Honestly, I couldn’t blame them. After all, it’s not every day you see someone donning a five–thousand–dollar mini leather gown paired with a sixteen–thousand–dollar fur jacket, red sole heels, and a luxurious Birkin bag. It was all part of my strategy to make a lasting impression. Looking impeccable was a necessity, especially when you had to send a powerful statement with your presence. I was determined not to resemble a heartbroken ex still hung up on her past relationship, even though, truth be told, I was. But they didn’t need to know that.

Coming to a halt in front of the older lady, I greeted her with a friendly, wide smile. “I’m here today because I received at summons for questioning related to the case of the missing youngest Southwark.”

She acknowledged my statement with a nod and then gracefully gestured towards the hallway. “Please, have a seat in there, and I’ll go and fetch Detective Ryan.” Following her instructions, I made my way into the designated room.

I couldn’t help but inwardly roll my eyes at how stereotypically dimly lit the room was. Just as I settled into my seat, the door slowly creaked open, revealing a young man who I presumed to be Detective Ryan. He entered with a polite, apologetic smile. “I’m sincerely sorry if you’ve been kept waiting, ma’am.”

I was quick to notice his polite manners and found it quite agreeable. “Not to worry,” I responded, and he took a seat across from me, opening his notepad. “I’m curious, though, why is this room so dimly lit?”

hanging over the first line of the book, a concerned expression on his face. “Do you have a fear of the dark?” he asked, sounding genuinely worried,

a small smile. “I’m not afraid of anything,” I assured him, although I couldn’t help but think about the one exception, poverty. I had no intention of returning to a life of financial struggle. “However,

maintaining his focused gaze on me. “I’ll have to kindly ask you to take off your sunglasses, ma’am. Feel free to put them back on when you’re ready to

my sunglasses aside with deliberate care, offering a faint but friendly smile. “Are you looking to read my honesty through my eyes, perhaps? Rest assured, I have no intention of

doubts about the veracity

my arms, maintaining an air of indifference as I met his gaze. “He used to be my employer, but our relationship

nodded thoughtfully, his expression remaining stoic. “May I inquire about the specific

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for him, and he served as a stepping stone for me to climb the social hierarchy. When he informed me of his intentions to rekindle things with his ex–wife, I made the choice

Ryan raised an inquisitive eyebrow, clearly in search of further information. “So, you simply

that?”

his underlying suspicion. It seemed he might be contemplating whether I had a motive to abduct the missing girl as an act of vengeance for his departure. “I didn’t just leave him, Detective. I

“Now, could you provide additional

was my boss, but it’s safe to

his line of questioning. “So, there was no hostility between the two of

any overt hostility,” I replied, a touch of sarcasm

conversation. “What about the little girl? Did you

to meet her in person,” I answered truthfully. “I’ve only seen her in photographs, but I can’t recall ever meeting her face–to–face.” Detective Ryan nodded once more, diligently recording

Abducting a child is a heinous act I would never contemplate. I grasp the immeasurable value a child holds for a mother, and I can empathize with how Hazel must

mother?” he asked unexpectedly, and I offered a shy