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?”

his face. “Do you have a fear of the dark?” he asked, sounding genuinely worried, almost as if he were willing to alter the

“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

his focused gaze on me. “I’ll have to kindly ask you to take off your sunglasses,

set my sunglasses aside with deliberate care, offering a faint but friendly smile. “Are you looking to read my

his notepad. It was clear that he harbored doubts about the veracity of my words, a common skepticism given the nature of his profession. “Could you please provide more details

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

expression remaining stoic. “May I inquire about the specific reasons that led to the termination of your romantic relationship?”

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social hierarchy. When he informed

of further information. “So, you

that?”

“I didn’t just leave him, Detective. I was offered

notes once more. “Now, could you provide additional insight into

my boss, but it’s safe to say she began to view me as her rival once she

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

overt hostility,” I replied, a touch of sarcasm in my tone. “She resides in Seattle, and I’m in New York, so it

little girl? Did you ever have

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

a heinous act I

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