His Ex Wife is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus)

Chapter 830

In the interrogation room.

Gordon sat silently next to Jason, watching him become an impenetrable fortress of ice, shielding him from the brunt of the storm, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

He'd be crying if it weren't for the fact that he had a girl he fancied.

If it wasn't for her, he'd almost be falling for Jason!

Jason kept his cool on the surface, but inside, his heart was racing.

The whole situation reeked of something fishy. The cops seemed almost too eager to pin this on Gordon, as if they were afraid he'd make a miraculous comeback.

Drug possession, even as a buyer with a small amount, could land you in the slammer for at least six months!

A conviction, even a minor one, would be like a nuclear blast to Gordon's career as the chief secretary of the Abernathy Group. His future would be destroyed in an instant!

In another room.

Harry, the S-Star Group lackey who sold the drugs to Gordon, was in a private chat with Hogan.

"The S-Star Group strictly prohibits its members from dabbling in drugs, you know that. What you did has made Mark extremely angry," Hogan glowered at him.

The thought of Mark, who was as strict as they come and not one to shy away from brutality, turned Harry's face ashen, shaking so much that his chair squeaked in protest.

"Mark's given you two choices. One, you take the fall all by yourself. Tell the cops you pushed the drugs on Mr. Gordon. When he didn't bite, you got pissed and slipped it into his suit pocket. From start to finish, it's all on you, nothing to do with Mr. Gordon."

Harry's eyes reddened with anger, but he was too scared to speak out.

They had even crafted his confession for him. Those S-Star Group lawyers were no joke!

"If you don't agree, well, whether you make it out of jail alive is another matter. And then there's your elderly mother, and your brother back home still single. If you play ball, Mark will look after your family. If you don't, he'll make sure you're all reunited down below."

Upon hearing this, Harry's world spun, and he nodded furiously,

"I'll take the fall! I confess! Please ask Mark not to harm my mom and brother! I'll take whatever blame there is!"

Satisfied, Hogan nodded and then asked coldly, "Mark also wants to know if you were set up to frame Mr. Gordon. Who's the puppet master behind you? If you confess, I'll do my best to get your sentence reduced."

"Truly there was no one," Harry rushed to confess, "The guy came to my joint for three days straight, didn't partake in anything, just snooped around. I suspected he wanted to score, so I approached him. He was cautious at first, kept asking about the stuff. I watched him for a while before I made the deal. No one told me to do it. It's just, why on earth did the cops come busting in on the day of the deal? Talk about bad luck!"

Hogan frowned, "The stuff? Is that slang for the drugs?"

Harry clung to his hand like a lifeline, pleading desperately, "Please, explain it to Mark for me! I-I did use it to make a little extra on the side, but it's medicine! It's not drugs!"

handling the

an hour, Harry had completely overturned his previous statements, insisting that it

him take all the blame. Since the police couldn't obtain the nightclub's surveillance footage from that night and the witness testimony was compromised, Gordon was successfully released on

escaped this predicament, Gordon stepped out of the interrogation room with an unchanged

saved his hide

emotional toll! He

while Thaddeus and Jason, acting

of reporters to be waiting

no one.

"No crowd?

bribe the press to come for a free whitewash," Thaddeus said, his gaze sharp and

vultures," Jason cursed, unable to contain his

to work overtime tonight to pull the hot searches and manage public

Group's legal department will issue a statement. Any media that reported on this tonight can expect a subpoena

guilt, "Mr. Thaddeus, I'm sorry, it's all my fault.

softened and his voice deepened, "Let's talk when we get back." Just then, a

sleek black Mercedes-Benz cars speeding toward them, pulling up

car's window rolled down to

"Thaddeus!"

was taken aback,

window lowered, and Lionel's roguish face appeared, greeting Thaddeus with a

if you're not too tired, care to drop

was released, it was the wee hours of

Evadne accompanied Lionel to S-Star

with their minds set on unraveling the whole mess, sleep was the last

sleek Mercedes sedans pulled up to an unassuming

in a code and they stepped

the air

and women flirting openly, draped over each other in various states of dishevelment, their polished exteriors betraying a descent into

unfazed by the spectacle,

set you back

Mark Griffith's doing. Eventually, it'll all belong to his darling daughter, Aviana," Lionel said, his eyes softening

you

am in your debt.

casually, "Don't mention it, Mr. Thaddeus. Look, I was just following orders from the missus. Besides, Harry's one of our S-Star Group, and as a leader, it's my job to

Lionel's plush office, a quiet

secretary relayed Harry's message without missing a

exchanged puzzled looks. Gordon's eyes lit up, "Yeah, yeah, that guy in the alley, he asked if I was

insists what he's dealing isn't narcotics, it's 'medicine'-a banned substance abroad that hasn't gotten clearance from our FDA. They say it gives a high like the heavy stuff, but you can pass a drug test while on it. It's all the rage in the Elmsworth underground lately. Word is, it's making rounds in our S-Star Group, and not just us-other outfits, too." "Was that S-Star member who dropped dead in the street, was he on this stuff too?" Thaddeus' eyes were