The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

The Betrayed Heiress' Return to Elegance 145

Chapter 145 Disaster

The captain, Wilbur Duffy, tracked Matias' gaze, uncertainty flickering across his

weathered features.

The interrogation room door swung open with a soft creak, revealing an

interrogator who straightened his posture at the sight of his superior. "Mr. Duffy," he acknowledged

with deference.

Wilbur inclined his head toward the interrogation room, his chin movement deliberate.

"What's the situation in there?"

"We've apprehended a group following reports of illicit dealings," the interrogator elaborated. "The suspects are undergoing questioning as we speak."

"Illicit dealings?" Matias echoed, his quiet words carrying layers of unspoken meaning.

The interrogator shifted his gaze toward Wilbur, seeking silent permission before continuing. "There's been an organization trafficking in forged antiques and artwork for several years. The evidence recovered from these individuals suggests connections to an unresolved case from three years ago."

studied Matias' countenance with careful consideration. "Does something

contemplation, Matias offered

your personal oversight. Other matters demand my attention, so I'll take my

churned with the near-certainty that

room.

Nate knew about this development weighed heavily on his

resolved to return to the company immediately and inform Nate, knowing full well Wilbur's reputation for unwavering

confines, interrogators methodically

at the center, her wrists bound to the table by

handcuffs.

a chill to the room. "Name, age, occupation!" he demanded, his voice sharp

each query

you to the scene? Were you involved

save someone. No, and no." Corrine's replies cut through

fury. His fist crashed against the table. "Young lady, you have a promising future

peculiar. Though the identity of the informant

I make a phone

Wilbur's anger flared anew, his eyes blazing.