Reborn of Kate by Isla Rainfield

Chapter 243 Stay Put

Kate paid little heed to the ebb and flow of public opinion online, leaving the aftermath to the capable hands of HN Studio’s public relations team. Her focus now lay elsewhere- uncovering the identity of the woman linked with Leslie.

Directing her driver straight to the precinct, Kate maintained her vigilance. George’s convalescence at Summer Estate necessitated a different chauffeur today. Naturally, a retinue of discreet bodyguards ensured her safety on every outing.

Upon reaching the police station, Kate swiftly articulated her intent. The incident involving Leslie and the assault on HN Studio intertwined, compelling her to delve deeper into the revelations gleaned from the interrogation, asserting her rights as a victim.

Recent submissions of evidence had unearthed a substantial 150 thousand deposited into Leslie’s

account.

Leslie, a nomadic figure eking out a living from sporadic jobs, unmarried and without children, had suddenly amassed this suspicious windfall, routed from overseas.

In the austere confines of the interrogation room, a police officer fixated an icy glare upon Leslie, who remained impassive in her chair. With an authoritative tone, he demanded, “Leslie, explain the source of the 150 thousand in your account.”

Leslie nonchalantly scanned her surroundings, retorting, “I earned it myself! Envious, are we? I’ve no intention of divulging my methods.”

The officer’s countenance hardened, rapping the table emphatically. “Disclose! This money’s origins. are dubious. Fail to explain…

her eyes. “I

you paid them

posing the query, the

disliking her? HN Studio’s flush with cash; I sought to exploit it. What’s the harm? “Twas a simple

officer slammed the table decisively. “Come

protested vehemently, “I’m telling

unyielding stance, the officer regardled her stoically

had anticipated Leslie’s obfuscation. Now, she awaited the outcome of the police

the enigmatic woman associated with Leslic proved futile. Evading detection, she

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Balance:

had barely settled when Miles’s

“Miles?”

raised an eyebrow. “What’s

informed me of brewing trouble at your end. He sent me to apprise you. Stay put at HN Studio;

paused. “Trouble with

sardonically, a tone unfamiliar to Kate. “Indeed, blame’s being laid at my door. If I don’t remind them of