The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 201

Chapter 201:

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“Then who did?” Corrine muttered, exasperated.

Neither had an answer, but it didn’t matter—within minutes, they were all in custody.

Once they arrived at the station, Corrine and the others handed over their belongings before being escorted toward interrogation.

Meanwhile, at the far end of the corridor, a group of officers emerged.

At the front, a uniformed captain strode forward, occasionally glancing at the man beside him in a suit.

“Matias, thanks for the tip. We’ll conduct a full investigation and make sure these criminals are dealt with properly.”

Earlier that morning, the Brighton Group’s CEO had been ambushed. His car was wrecked, and a menacing letter had been left at the scene.

Though Brighton Group wasn’t as dominant as Ford Group, its influence in Lyhaton was undeniable.

But Matias wasn’t listening to the captain beside him. His attention was fixed on one of the interrogation rooms, his expression unreadable.

“Who’s in there? What charges?”

The captain, Wilbur Duffy, tracked Matias’ gaze, uncertainty flickering across his weathered features.

The interrogation room door swung open with a soft creak, revealing an interrogator who straightened his posture at the sight of his superior.

“Mr. Duffy,” he acknowledged with deference.

Wilbur inclined his head toward the interrogation room, his chin movement deliberate.

“What’s the situation in there?”

“We’ve apprehended a group following reports of illicit dealings,” the interrogator elaborated.

“The suspects are undergoing questioning as we speak.”

“Illicit dealings?” Matias echoed, his quiet words carrying layers of unspoken meaning.

𝓒𝒉𝒆𝓬𝓀 𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝒉𝓮𝓻𝑒: 𝓰𝓪𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝓈.𝓬𝑜𝓂

The interrogator shifted his gaze toward Wilbur, seeking silent permission before continuing.

“There’s been an organization trafficking in forged antiques and artwork for several years. The evidence recovered from these individuals suggests connections to an unresolved case from three years ago.”

Wilbur studied Matias’ countenance with careful consideration.

“Does something about this case trouble you, Matias?”

Emerging from his contemplation, Matias offered a measured smile.

“This appears to be quite a significant case. It will likely require your personal oversight. Other matters demand my attention, so I’ll take my leave.” He slipped one hand into his pocket and strode away, his footsteps echoing in the corridor.

His mind churned with the near-certainty that Corrine sat in that interrogation room.

The question of whether Nate knew about this development weighed heavily on his thoughts.

After careful deliberation, Matias resolved to return to the company immediately and inform Nate, knowing full well Wilbur’s reputation for unwavering strictness and absolute impartiality.

Within the station’s confines, interrogators methodically questioned each suspect. Corrine remained seated at the center, her wrists bound to the table by cold metal handcuffs.

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