Mr. Chairman’s Devious Wife by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 98

The sound of chaos echoed inside the mansion as Min and a few other servants tried to block the police. Yet it was futile. It took Lawrence a few minutes to realize that he was already walking outside of his study, police and SWAT members around him. What just happened?

Lawrence blinked, the harsh sunlight hitting his eyes after the dimness of his office. Confusion swirled in his head. Outside, manicured lawns stretched towards a wrought iron fence.

A picture of perfect suburban life, shattered by the black and white figures swarming the property. Police cars, their red and blue lights a jarring contrast to the blooming flowers, choked the driveway.

Lianne. Where was she? His eyes darted around, searching for the crumpled figure he expected to find sprawled on the plush carpet. But there was nothing. Just a gaping hole in his meticulously planned scenario.

A cold dread clenched his gut. Then, a glint of white caught his eye. Through the throng of officers, he saw her. Lianne. But something was wrong. A smirk played on her lips.

Before he could process what was happening, a loud slap rang against his ears. His cheek stung. His gaze immediately landed on the woman who stood before him. Sofia Lockhart. Lawrence was about to respond when the SWAT that was holding him hauled him inside the car.

Lawrence could only frown, still speechless from what just happened. He even forgot to ask them to call his lawyers. All he could do was stare at the handcuffs that now restricted his hands.

“How dare you!” Sofia hissed as Karina tried to hold her back.

“Murderer!” Sofia screamed. “You will rot in prison! I promise you! You will rot in that place!”

“We have to leave this place…” Karina held Sofia’s arm and pulled her away from the car.

“I will make you regret everything!” Sofia hissed, her eyes full of hatred. Yet a part of Lawrence knew- a part of him knew that this woman just orchestrated everything! Just…. What just happened?

The journey to the police station was a blur. Lawrence found himself staring blankly ahead, unable to comprehend the gravity of his situation.

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He was booked, processed, and thrown into a cold, impersonal cell.

Hours passed like seconds in that dim, claustrophobic space. Lawrence’s thoughts were a tangled mess, his mind unable to grasp the reality of his predicament. He was a man accustomed to power and control, but now he was nothing more than a prisoner.

Lawrence had to get a personal lawyer. He was informed by a representative earlier that Mr. Thompson and Atty Arian Smith would not be able to help him as the two were affiliated with LH GROUP.

Aside from the smuggling cases, Lawrence was now booked with attempted murder and conspiracy to commit murder. Moreover, he was not allowed bail because the police found his fake passport and documents that he was using to go out of the country. Apparently, more cases will soon be filed. A mess…. Everything was a mess.

“Mr. Lockhart… I am Sander Kent, the prosecutor. I am glad that you agreed to meet with me…” A middle-aged man smiled and greeted him the moment he arrived inside another room.

“I was expecting to talk to my lawyer… alone.” Lawrence glared at his lawyer Mr. Mason Brown. “You didn’t tell me-

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out.” Mr. Brown immediately said. “Maybe he could help you.”

said as he sat on the chair.

chair opposite him. “This will be a long

the man sitting next to her. This man was none other

understand that this was the prosecutor’s

for a lesser sentence as long as he cooperates with the investigation of the smuggling case and the poison that he used. Again, this was the

for life- ” Mr. Thompson made a deliberate

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important individual in the current

her teeth.

put him in prison because she wanted to abide by the law and they actually

of water about to boil over. “They just want him to become a snitch,” she spat, the word leaving a bitter taste in

and her mother, and likely had a hand in countless other atrocities, and now he

Thompson sighed, his weathered face etched with the weight of countless legal battles. “Unfortunately, Miss Lockhart, the justice system doesn’t always operate on a ‘fairness’ scale. They prioritize convictions and building a case against bigger players. Sometimes, that

left to rot in a cell for the rest of his days. But as Mr. Thompson’s words sunk in, a sliver

her voice calmer, albeit laced

finalized, but the gist is this: Lawrence confesses to his crimes, particularly the attempted murder of Mrs. Lockhart and the conspiracy to murder you. He cooperates fully with the investigation, revealing everything he knows about the smuggling operation and its suppliers. In exchange, they’ll likely offer a significantly reduced sentence, with witness protection thrown in for

brow furrowed.

Witness protection?

Are they insane?

fists, so tight she

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are doing our best to make sure that he gets a few years in

Thompson said.

rage flared anew, tinged with a bitter irony.

the armrest, the leather groaning in protest. “Do they even know the kind of life he’s been living? The sprawling mansions in Malibu and Aspen? The private jets and yachts? All funded by Eunice’s

it together, Miss Lockhart. The financial crimes unit is investigating the sudden influx of cash into his accounts after your mother’s… accident. There’s also the matter of the multiple properties

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with cold fury. “The vineyard in Napa Valley, the beachfront property in Hawaii… that ski chalet in Switzerland he barely even uses. It’s

Seizing his ill-gotten gains will be a priority, along with a hefty fine. However, recovering all of it…”

of deceit wouldn’t be easy. He was a master manipulator, likely using offshore accounts and shell companies to hide his assets. But she wouldn’t give up without a fight.

penny he stole from my mother. Make him pay, not just

details about the case before Mr. Thompson bid her goodbye. Almost immediately, she turned towards the person sitting in the front seat. It was none other than her friend Karina. “What do