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?”

of the book, a concerned expression on his face. “Do you have a fear of the dark?” he

brushed off his concern with 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, I’d appreciate it if we could move on with your questions so I can return to my regular routine. The flight to Seattle was both lengthy and

focused gaze on me. “I’ll have to kindly ask you to take off your sunglasses, ma’am. Feel free to put

looking to read my honesty through my

notes in his notepad. It was clear that he harbored doubts about the

of indifference as I met his gaze. “He used to be my employer, but our relationship evolved into a romantic one following his divorce. Now, he’s

his expression remaining stoic. “May I inquire about the specific reasons that led to the termination of

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rebound 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

further information. “So, you

that?”

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 was offered at substantial sum of money and a house, more than sufficient to help me achieve my aspirations. There was no

diligently jotting down notes once more. “Now, could you provide additional insight

help but clench my jaw, working hard to keep my contempt for her in check. “She was my boss, but it’s safe to say she began to view

“So, there was no hostility between the two of

smile. “You mean aside from the icy glares we exchanged whenever our paths crossed? No, there wasn’t any overt hostility,” I replied, a

little girl? Did you ever

“I’ve only seen her in photographs, but I can’t

act I would never contemplate. I grasp the immeasurable value a child holds for

asked unexpectedly, and I offered a shy