Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 579 Choice

“All right. If your claims are valid, the police will certainly do their utmost to assist you in returning the person to the Harris residence.”

“That’s more like it.”

Gwendolyn maintained her customary aloof demeanor as she was escorted into the police car by the officers.

Just as she was about to get into the car, Logan suddenly came out of the villa. Taking in the situation, he hurried over and questioned, “What’s going on? What happened? Why are you arresting Mrs. Jenson?”

“It’s nothing serious, just a minor issue. I’m going to the police station for tea and to make a statement, and then I’ll be back,” Gwendolyn reassured him.

Before leaving, there were a few things she was worried about, and she wanted to talk to Logan in private.

After explaining the situation to the police officers, they were very understanding and allowed Gwendolyn and Logan to have a private conversation on the side.

Gwendolyn spoke in a hushed voice. “Logan, there are too many people in Old Mr. Jenson’s villa at the moment, not to mention all of them are relatives and elders from the family. It’s not right to send them away. Send someone to watch over Benny and Zendy on the top floor, and don’t let anyone other than Mdm. Yarde get near the children.”

“All right. Don’t worry, Mrs. Jenson. I’ll take good care of Ms. Zendaya and Mr. Benedict. I won’t let anything happen to them.”

After hearing that, Gwendolyn nodded in relief and added, “Also, I’m starting to suspect Xander. However, just to be safe, try to keep all the relatives who came to the villa today here. We can’t let any of them leave. We must eventually come up with an explanation for Grandpa’s coma.”

Initially, she merely suspected that someone was scheming something and that it might have been someone from the Jenson family. However, now that the police were there, she was certain the matter wasn’t just a coincidence. Whoever is acting in bad faith must be caught.

After making the arrangements, she got into the police car and left the Jenson residence under Logan’s worried gaze.

Half an hour later, Gwendolyn arrived at the police station and was escorted into an interrogation room.

A police officer picked up a pen and was ready to take notes.

police officer started asking questions, “Mrs. Jenson, you claim that detaining Ms. Annie Steinfeld in the basement was a family matter instead

course.” Gwendolyn looked down and touched

wasn’t holding anything in her

come out to go upstairs to check on her babies, but because she was in a hurry, Gwendolyn forgot to take her designer handbag and even

past two days. She had been so busy that she inevitably made some

Kieran to personally carry out a DNA test between me and Annie. I placed the DNA test report he wrote in my bag, but when I came to the police station with you, I forgot to bring it along.

two police officers

the interrogation room, the suspect couldn’t leave before the issue was resolved, especially in Gwendolyn’s case, where she was requesting to go home.

the protocol, and they didn’t

you left your bag and phone,

grandpa’s bedroom. That’s the only room I went into, and I remember casually leaving my handbag and phone

of our officers to help retrieve your phone and handbag from the Jenson

be able to leave for a while. Other than having the police officers help her bring the items there, she didn’t have any other

but please try to be discreet.” There are too many people in the villa. If the police officers are too

police officer nodded. “All right. In that case, please wait here in the police station, Mrs. Jenson. If you’d like to have

in response.

trip from the police station to the Jenson residence. A round trip would take more than

bored out of

manic disorder was still unstable, and she wasn’t sure if

the police station, it could likely spark an uproar among the

of the prestigious Harris family and Harris Group’s CEO, if others knew she had such

had her hands full with plenty of complex matters, so she didn’t want any more issues to arise.

police officer help her brew a cup of coffee to

hours later, the sky outside had turned dark, yet the police officers who were

she didn’t know what time was it. Nevertheless, she could sense it had been

over and asked, “What time is it

already seven o’clock.”

evening. “Why haven’t the police officers who were sent to

We change our shifts at night in the police station, so the police officers who handled your case in the morning have already gone off-duty. There might have been some miscommunication during