His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 1363

The interrogation room was dim and freezing cold, surrounded by drab gray walls. A video camera with a blinking green light sat directly in front, while a pitch-black, two-way mirror loomed off to the side.

Overhead, a blinding incandescent light shone down on Chad's pale, cold face. It felt like an invisible, suffocating net descending over him, slowly tightening its grip.

No matter what kind of monster someone was, this room always had a way of forcing them to reveal their true form.

"So, do you want to experience an interrogation you'll remember for the rest of your life, or do you want to voluntarily confess how you committed the crime?"

Aaron sat across from the man, accompanied by another officer. He kept his sharp gaze locked on Chad's infuriatingly calm face. By now, Aaron was more than capable of keeping his cool while dealing with this poisonous snake without missing a beat.

"Having us pry the truth out of you carries a very different penalty than a voluntary confession. You've got a professional legal team, Chad, and you're an old hand at this kind of dirty work, so I shouldn't need to explain it to you.

Oh, my apologies, I completely forgot. Technically speaking, you're not the president of the Abernathy group anymore."

During the first half of the speech, Chad had maintained his unbothered posture.

But at that sharp jab, the faint smile playing in his eyes instantly froze, replaced by a glint of pure malice.

Aaron, on the other hand, leaned back, feigning a casual, half-amused attitude. "Before he turned himself in, Mr. Frederic officially signed your suspension papers. The Abernathy group is holding an emergency board and shareholder meeting first thing tomorrow morning for one reason only—to vote on your removal.

Whether it's the fact that you're now a murder suspect, or that your actions have caused their stock to plummet, your glowing resume proves you're no longer fit to sit in the CEO's chair. A guy like you belongs rotting in a cell. A prison uniform suits your psychotic vibe much better anyway.

Tsk. It really proves the old saying right—if it was never meant to be yours, no amount of scheming or stealing will ever make it belong to you."

"Captain Aaron, I know how desperately you want to use your badge to settle a personal vendetta."

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