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.

his foot, and slammed it into the door. After a

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

are you all right?” one of the

fury. “Do I look all right to

person quickly backed off. His eyes drifted to Brannon’s swollen, dripping face,

back for a bit. We can take over the questioning,” Wilbur said, speaking up at just the

a harsh breath, one hand still pressed against his throbbing eye. His jaw tightened. “If she wants to play tough, fine. Lock her up and starve her out. No food, no water—let’s see how

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against protocol,” Wilbur pointed out, his

glared. “At this station, I’m the one who calls the

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