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Chapter 790
Meanwhile, Ronald had endured three days and three nights of relentless questioning at the detention
center. The harsh lights glared down, tormenting both his mind and body.
But under the layers of pressure, he stood his ground.
As long as he thought of Sophia, as long as he thought of the lady who filled his thoughts day and
night,
the one he couldn’t get close to, he would endure it even if the sky collapsed.
At that moment, the interrogation room door swung open, and Cyrus strolled in with an indifferent
expression.
In front of the suspects and criminals, he no longer resembled the affluent and noble Cyrus Taylor.
Instead, he had the demeanor of a gangster. Even people from the criminal underworld would address
him with respect.
Cyrus yawned and casually pulled out a steel chair, sweeping his long legs as he sat down.
“Smith, make a cup of coffee for Mr. Branson to refresh him. The night has just begun.”
“Yes, Chief Taylor.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRonald sneered. He then asked through gritted teeth, “Chief Taylor, aren’t you tired of interrogating me
every day?”
“No, not at all. I’m young and can endure it,” Cyrus replied with a mischievous smile.
“I’ve told you everything in the past two days. You can ask me all night, ask me a thousand times, and
my
answer will still be the same.”
Cyrus narrowed his eyes and coldly lifted the corner of his lips.
“We’ve covered the old questions. I’ll bring up something new.”
He placed the photos of the evidence in front of Ronald.
Ronald lowered his head and saw the platinum lily-shaped necklace in the pictures.
His body leaned forward as he attempted to control his expression. But the trembling muscles around
his
eyes exposed his fear.
“Do you recognize this necklace?”
Cyrus stared at him intently, tapping his fingertips on the table.
Ronald immediately denied it. His forehead broke out in a cold sweat as he said, “I don’t recognize it.”
“You don’t recognize your belongings?”
Cyrus mockingly chuckled.
“You meticulously wrapped it in fine silk and kept it in a pricey jewelry box, clearly indicating its
importance to you. And now, you claim not to recognize it? Who do you think you’re fooling? Ghosts?”
“Did you search my house? You!” Ronald’s pupils trembled, and he clenched his fists. The handcuffs
on
him produced a grating sound.
“You’re a criminal, and I’m a cop. Isn’t it normal to search your house? Don’t you have any
psychological
preparation for that?”
Cyrus chuckled as he leaned back.
“I’ve looked into it. This necklace belonged to Sophia Kirkman. You stored her personal belongings
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmcarefully in your home. Your connection with Sophia seems unique.”
“I stole it. So what?” Ronald’s face turned pale as he clenched his teeth.
“I visited TS Network and found colleagues and directors you collaborated with over 20 years ago. I
also
spoke with actors who are still active on the screen. They all know you. They talked a lot about you and
Sophia. These are all testimonial evidence. They said you admired and pursued not Lyla but Sophia.”
Ronald’s sweat trickled down his face, and he uttered with resentment, “They don’t know a damn
thing!”
“Not only that, they also mentioned that you seized every opportunity to get close to Sophia, providing
her
unwavering support. At that time, almost everyone knew that Sophia and Lyla were arch-enemies.
“Your house is adorned with Sophia’s pictures but lacking any of Lyla’s. Not a single Lyla movie is
found
on your computer. How could you claim to be Lyla’s fan?”
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