Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 975

The soldier felt a chill run down his spine as he stood in front of James. There was something about him, a dangerous kind of authority that only came from seeing real combat and making life-or-death decisions without hesitation.

"Yes, sir! I’ll let the Major General know right away!" The soldier didn’t dare waste another second. He spun on his heel and sprinted to the helicopter.

Only once the thumping rotors faded into the distance did Andrew finally let out a long sigh. He gave Teresa a gentle pat on the back.

"If he’s really gone, maybe it’s better this way. It’s all finally over."

"We should let Emmy know," Teresa said quietly. "She deserves to be at peace."

James didn’t say anything at first. He picked up his knife and fork, slicing through his now-cold fried egg with practiced, calm movements.

"Not yet," he replied. "We wait for the DNA report. Then we tell her."

He couldn’t allow even the smallest chance for a mistake.

…

At the command post, Major General Carlos was already grumbling when James’s request came in.

"That guy from the States, always making things complicated," he muttered, spitting out the stub of his cigar. "But if that’s what he wants, fine."

He waved his aide over. "Go tell forensics to get a tissue sample for DNA. Make it priority."

"Yes, sir!"

The aide hustled to the temporary morgue, only to find two junior officers slumped on the floor, chain-smoking with miserable expressions.

"Orders from the General! We need a DNA test!" he shouted.

The two looked up, startled, hands shaking. "A… DNA test? Now?"

"Are you deaf? Where’s the body? I need a sample," the aide snapped.

They exchanged a panicked look, faces turning ghostly pale.

"Sir… about that…" One of them swallowed hard and pointed to the still-warm incinerator in the corner.

"The body was… it was just too gruesome. Completely burned…"

"Forensics already confirmed the ID, so we… we cremated it…"

"What?!"

The aide’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. He grabbed the junior officer by the collar, voice rising with every word.

"Are you insane? Who told you to cremate it? The General didn’t order this! Who said you could take matters into your own hands?"

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