Chapter 243 Stay Put
Kate paid little heed to the ebb and flow of public opinion online, leaving the aftermath to the capable hands of HN Studio’s public relations team. Her focus now lay elsewhere- uncovering the identity of the woman linked with Leslie.
Directing her driver straight to the precinct, Kate maintained her vigilance. George’s convalescence at Summer Estate necessitated a different chauffeur today. Naturally, a retinue of discreet bodyguards ensured her safety on every outing.
Upon reaching the police station, Kate swiftly articulated her intent. The incident involving Leslie and the assault on HN Studio intertwined, compelling her to delve deeper into the revelations gleaned from the interrogation, asserting her rights as a victim.
Recent submissions of evidence had unearthed a substantial 150 thousand deposited into Leslie’s
account.
Leslie, a nomadic figure eking out a living from sporadic jobs, unmarried and without children, had suddenly amassed this suspicious windfall, routed from overseas.
In the austere confines of the interrogation room, a police officer fixated an icy glare upon Leslie, who remained impassive in her chair. With an authoritative tone, he demanded, “Leslie, explain the source of the 150 thousand in your account.”
Leslie nonchalantly scanned her surroundings, retorting, “I earned it myself! Envious, are we? I’ve no intention of divulging my methods.”
The officer’s countenance hardened, rapping the table emphatically. “Disclose! This money’s origins. are dubious. Fail to explain…
Leslie hesitated briefly before rolling her eyes. “I earned it myself.”
The officer scoffed tersely. “Those individuals confessed you paid them to disrupt HN Studio. What was your motive?”
After posing the query, the officer scrutinized Leslie intently.
Momentarily rattled, Leslie quickly regained her composure, rolling her eyes. “What’s wrong with disliking her? HN Studio’s flush with cash; I sought to exploit it. What’s the harm? “Twas a simple desire for money.”
The officer slammed the table decisively. “Come clean!”
Leslie protested vehemently, “I’m telling the truth!”
Observing Leslie’s unyielding stance, the officer regardled her stoically before departing.
Kate had anticipated Leslie’s obfuscation. Now, she awaited the outcome of the police inquiry.
Efforts to identify the enigmatic woman associated with Leslic proved futile. Evading detection, she maintained fleeting interactions and an intimate knowledge of the local surveillance annearing and
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Balance:
Back at HN Studio, Kate had barely settled when Miles’s urgent call interrupted her thoughts.
“Miles?”
Kate raised an eyebrow. “What’s amiss?”
Miles’s voice was grave and brisk. “Muse, there’s been a mishap with our collaborative shipment. Eric informed me of brewing trouble at your end. He sent me to apprise you. Stay put at HN Studio; avoid venturing out.”
Kate paused. “Trouble with the shipment?”
Miles chuckled sardonically, a tone unfamiliar to Kate. “Indeed, blame’s being laid at my door. If I don’t remind them of my prowess, they might forget how formidable I am, muse!”
“Muse, stay put at HN. Kyle’s team will arrive shortly!
Kate’s heart skipped a beat. “And Ric?”
Milés chuckled again. “No need to fret about Eric’s end….
Before Miles could finish, a deafening explosion resonated through the phone!
Clutching the receiver tightly, Kate rose swiftly and hurried to the floor–to–ceiling window, peering towards the Davison Group edifice.
From within one of its rooms, billowing smoke and flickering flames painted a grim tableau.
Another explosion thundered forth!
Kate’s eyes widened in shock!