The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge novel Chapter 853

James clearly remembered not putting Hawthorne on the guest list for today's event.

So why the hell was Hans there? Had Hawthorne orchestrated this entire spectacle? Was he there to enjoy the show or to inspect his handiwork?

The realization hit James, but it was too late.

Trapped in the back of a police cruiser, he was completely powerless. They had even confiscated his phone.

"It's Hawthorne, isn't it? He framed me! Tell me it was him!"

James was losing his mind.

He knew a bit about Patti Yale getting thrown in prison.

He had even secretly laughed at how utterly stupid that woman was for trying to push Hawthorne into the ocean and messing with the Langford family back in Starfall City.

He had only used a fake wire transfer to manipulate her, and Patti had actually been reckless enough to try and murder Hawthorne for it.

She was an absolute idiot.

But karma had a funny way of working.

The boomerang had swung right back and hit him squarely in the chest.

James was spiraling into a panic, but the officers remained stone-faced all the way to the precinct.

The moment they threw him into a holding cell, James glared through the bars at the captain.

"Get my attorney on the phone immediately. I demand my lawyer."

The captain looked at him blankly.

"You'll get your lawyer, but first we need your statement. A couple of detectives will be in shortly to ask you a few questions."

But James was a cunning, seasoned veteran of corporate warfare.

He knew better than anyone that a single misplaced word right now could lock him behind bars for the rest of his life.

"Don't play those games with me. I haven't committed a single crime, and you have zero grounds to interrogate me. I want my lawyer, and I am not saying a damn word until he gets here."

The captain gave him a long, hard look before dropping two simple words.

"Suit yourself."

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