Chapter 1133:

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Given these circumstances, she chose not to worry. Every second of life now felt borrowed. Eating well and sleeping soundly became her only priorities. Besides, she still possessed ten million dollars. If an opportunity presented itself, she could escape once her strength returned. This thought spurred her to eat with renewed vigor.

The Morrison family residence…

Daxton’s car and a police cruiser arrived at the Morrison gate simultaneously. Daxton emerged first and approached the officers. “Are you here about Carrie?”

“And you are?” The police officer deflected his question, studying him with suspicion.

Carrie’s kidnapping had become a high-profile case, attracting widespread attention. If someone was fishing for information or if a reporter was conducting undercover work, it would jeopardize the investigation.

Daxton closed his car door with casual ease and walked toward the police vehicle, his eyes radiating genuine concern. “I’m Carrie’s boyfriend. I was overseas when I heard about the case yesterday. I caught an overnight flight back.”

A Morrison household staff member emerged to greet the police. Spotting Daxton nearby, the employee said, “Mr. Garcia, Mr. Reece Morrison and Ms. Campbell are dining in the main room.”

Daxton acknowledged this with a nod but didn’t enter immediately. He turned to the officers and said, “I’ll escort you inside.”

Witnessing the Morrison staff treat Daxton like the master of the house, the police softened their demeanor. They nodded respectfully. “Thank you for guiding us, Mr. Garcia.”

However, the team leader exchanged a subtle glance with another officer. This officer didn’t follow them inside, pretending he had forgotten something in the car. He returned to contact the station and verify Daxton’s information and travel records.

𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫶ⅽ𝗈𝗺

People close to victims—friends, partners—often became suspects themselves. The remaining officers followed Daxton inside. The team leader walked beside him, making casual conversation. “Mr. Garcia, which country did you return from? Changing flights at the last minute must have been challenging.”

Daxton responded with unruffled composure, “I flew back from Merriwyn. I didn’t purchase a commercial ticket—I borrowed a private jet from a business partner. Actually, my partner is attending a gala in Isonridge today. You can verify my itinerary with him.”

He provided his partner’s contact information and the event location without hesitation.

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Message from Noah: Sorry for the delay, dear ones. I wanted to bring as many chapters as I could—there were 18 novels, so it was a lot to go through. Still, I hope you enjoyed the chapters. God loves you, and Noah wishes you all the best. (ɔO‿=)ɔ ♥

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