The Billionaire's Forbidden Longing

Chapter 292 Catching the Traitor

Nick adjusted his glasses with a practiced flick. As the head of tech and co-founder of the company, he always had that air of authority about him.

The idea of Nick being dirty made Landon's stomach twist.

Nick called out, "Just grabbing something I forgot!"

Landon didn't say a word, just watched as Nick made a beeline for his computer. Nick glanced at the screen, then pulled a notebook from the drawer and slipped it into his briefcase, ready to head out.

But something on the computer caught his eye, and his face changed. He looked up and locked eyes with Landon.

Landon walked over and threw an arm around Nick's shoulders. "Mr. Fields is here today and insisted I have a drink with him. Come on, you should join us. It's after hours anyway!"

Nick, clearly flustered, shook his head. "No, I can't. My stomach's not good, can't handle alcohol. You guys go ahead."

Landon wasn't letting him off that easy. He steered Nick into Kelvin's office. Sabrina, sitting cross-legged on the couch munching on cookies, looked up, startled.

Landon said, "Sabrina, go wait in my office. Ryan's there."

Sabrina nodded, slipped on her bunny slippers, and dashed off with her cookies.

slowly regaining his composure, spoke up. "Sabrina really is sharp, to have caught

punched Nick. "Nick, you're a cop. You've been a

Landon,"

his police jacket. "I know I'm a cop. I've been diligent for over ten years, but what good has it done? I'm in my thirties, unmarried, can't take care of my family. My parents died, and I couldn't even afford their funeral. What's the

knew being a cop meant sacrifices-family, wealth, emotions, even your life. If you understood that, what right do you have to complain? If you felt wronged, you could have

didn't want to lose the prestige of being a cop while still enjoying a wealthy lifestyle. I know I'm a bad person, but what can I do? People live for themselves. Mr. Fields, I don't think

think you did nothing wrong? Nick, was trading your future and freedom for

At least the money gave me some dignity. Call it vanity or shamelessness, but I enjoyed it. It

sighed. "Landon, take him to the interrogation room. You know what to do."

I told you Bill was in on it too? Mr. Fields,

hitting Nick. Kelvin, snapping out of his shock, pulled Landon away. "Don't hit him.

all adults; everyone must face the

Kelvin sat at his desk, hands shaking as he took some medication, finally calming

stared at his phone for a long moment before

before

police housing complex, the night air thick with an eerie

this place up for me.

an eyebrow. Landon had clearly put effort into the

are two bedrooms. I'll stay