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…”

heard that, unease hit him like a cold wave. He strode straight to

took a step back, raised his foot, and slammed it into the door. After a few solid

rushed inside. His eyes swept the room until he spotted Corrine, still sitting calmly in her chair. A wave of relief passed over him.

you all right?” one of the

twisted with fury. “Do I look all right to

eyes drifted to Brannon’s swollen, dripping face, and he bit

can take over the

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

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against protocol,” Wilbur pointed out,

this station, I’m the one who

cold, cutting voice sliced through the air. “Mr. Stevens, don’t think you can