When Love Becomes a Cage by Nora

Chapter 57

Chapter 57



The cops had all the needed evidence, and Kayla was at a loss for words.

After all, the Patterson Group was currently using designs that Jade had created. It was an undeniable fact, supported by Kayla's previous collaborators, who could vouch for those submitted designs.

Kayla wept pitifully in the police station, but I remained expressionless.

Clyde was extremely restless, frantically calling the Patterson Group's lawyer to try and get Kayla bailed out.

After hanging up, he glared at me, seething, "Melanie, how can you be so cruel?"

"No crueler than your mistress stealing trade secrets." I rolled my eyes at him, then grabbed Jade, who was about to explode. Arguing with Clyde in the police station was the last thing we needed.

Massaging his temples, Clyde didn't argue back, seemingly conceding Kayla might indeed be capable of such a deed. His thought process baffled me. Having been in the industry for so long, he was well aware of the taboos. How could he let Kayla off the hook like that?

I looked away, letting him rant until the cops intervened.

advise against threatening the complainant," one officer warned him, adding, "Especially since

our frequent visits had made our story

sounded less like business trouble and more like a messy love

designs, not her company's. You might want to get Kayla to come

Jade, the designs could still be valued at millions on the market, enough to put Kayla into prison

he still accompanied Clyde to talk to the

privy to what they discussed, but

interrogation room, Kayla's tears flowed freely, yet her gaze at me was thick with resentment. "I had no idea. Hank said those were his designs. I merely bought some

a clever girl,

topic of the designs and focusing on a

Such a heartbreaking tale of a woman sacrificing everything for love, only to

has to say. Anyway, we have evidence." I cut off Kayla's sob story. "The tech department can read lips from

of Kayla's act, so I pulled Jade out of the

linger.

Kayla's doing. He even recorded every meeting with

had no room to argue, resorting

visibly upset but still standing up for his mistress,

rushed over, stepping before Clyde. "What's the plan, Mr. Patterson? Trying to throw

but eventually let go. His gaze returned to me. "Making a big deal out of this helps no one. If

do this?" My voice was