The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 939:

Before he could finish his sentence, Corrine’s hand flicked. She jerked her wrist, flinging the hot water from her paper cup straight into his face.

The scalding splash made Brannon howl in pain. His eyes squeezed shut, his whole face twisting up as he yelled.

The commotion echoed into the hallway. Officers outside grabbed the handle, trying to yank the door open, but it wouldn’t budge—locked from the inside.

They stood there for a second, trading confused glances, clearly unsure what to do next.

Just then, Wilbur walked up. His brow furrowed when he saw them loitering by the door. “What are you all standing around for?”

“Mr. Stevens said this suspect’s a high priority, so he wanted to handle the interrogation personally…”

He strode straight to the door and grabbed the handle. It didn’t

a second, he took a step back, raised his foot, and slammed it

calmly in her chair. A wave of relief passed over him. Then, his gaze shifted to Brannon, whose face seemed

right?” one of the officers asked, his

twisted with fury. “Do I look all

His eyes drifted to Brannon’s swollen, dripping face, and he bit his lip hard to

should step back for a bit. We can take

eye. His jaw tightened. “If she wants to play tough, fine. Lock her up and

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protocol,” Wilbur pointed out, his voice calm but

I’m the one who calls the

anyone could respond, a cold, cutting voice sliced through the air. “Mr.