Billionaire’s Pampered Wife

There was a loud bang.

The car heading straight towards Stella was knocked over by a cargo truck.

Immediately, four policemen got down and had their guns out, pointing towards the car.

“Get off the car!” Sheldon shouted. With his gaze upon the tinted car window, he opened the car door and was astonished to find the orphanage’s assistant in the driver’s seat. “It’s you?”

The assistant looked at Sheldon in horror. When she realized that she was caught, her face instantly turned pale.

“Bring her over to the police station,” Sheldon said.

The police officers immediately hauled the assistant into the car.

“How did you know that you will be hit with a car?” Sheldon asked Stella.

Stella had previously asked Sheldon to prepare a cargo truck and guard by the door while she was having her meal, as she knew someone might run over her with a car. It turned out to be true.

“Head over to the orphanage and detain all the adults now. Hurry up, or else the children will be in danger once they know what is happening,” Stella said urgently.

“I’ll get on to it right away.” Sheldon complied and called Vann hurriedly to dispatch back-ups.

Stella held Neil’s hand and got onto her car. Gently, she said, “Don’t be scared. Anyone who does bad will be brought to justice.”

“Are those policemen going to arrest the director as well?” Neil asked in a crisp voice.

“Yes, they will. Justice always prevails. You will have kind uncles and aunties to look after you and stay with you while you grow up, happily, in the future,” Stella replied.

“They said that we are monsters, and no one would be willing to get close to us,” Neil spoke as his eyes turned red with tears.

Stella pulled Neil into her arm in an embrace, “How are you all monsters? Only heroes of the future will have a different childhood than others because God wanted you all to learn to be strong, resilient, and independent when you’re young. This is so when you grow up you’ll come to be someone great and mighty.”

“Just like Spider-Man?” Neil asked.NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.

Stella smiled and said, “You will grow up to be a man who is more amazing than Spider-Man. Spider-Man wasn’t as sensible as you when he was five years old.”

Neil nodded heavily, “I will definitely grow up to be someone bolder than Spider-Man.”

“Of course,” Stella said with a smile, “Let’s head over to the police station so you could have a look at how the policemen catch bad guys.”

…

At 3 p. m.,

Stella was listening to music and leisurely drinking coffee while Neil was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, flipping through the heroes’ comics that Stella had given to him.

Sheldon came over and knocked on their door.

“Come in,” Stella said as she put down her cup.

“They confessed. It turns out the orphanage acts as an intermediary that sells organs to the black market. Dianne also admitted that she had beaten a child to death,” Sheldon stated.

“Right. How about the children in the orphanage then?” Stella asked worriedly.

“Director Vann has reported everything to the State Mayor, and they will immediately send some people over to take care of the children,” Sheldon said.

“Are the people he sent reliable?”

“The State Mayor is also worried that the children might be abused. So, he asked for the police force to work together and have two officers stationed to oversee them.”

Stella nodded, then told Neil, “Right now, you will be protected by the police apart from having kind uncles and aunties by your side. From now on, you could live happily together with your friends.”

“Yeah. Thank you,” Neil said sincerely.

“Will the Eleven return to the company today?” Stella asked.

“They’ll be coming in at around 3:30 p. m.”

“Alright.”

…

The police sent Neil back to the orphanage, but the others had yet to arrive. Stella began to browse through her mobile phone when she suddenly thought of Black. She took out his business card and dialed his number.

“Hello, is this Black?” Stella asked politely.

The person on the other side of the phone remained silent.

Stella thought that her phone’s signal was bad, so she asked again, “Hello? Hello? Could you hear me?”

“Yes,” he answered.

Stella’s heart trembled a little upon hearing the voice that sounded familiar to her, “I would like to come over to the bureau around 1 p. m. tomorrow. Will that be alright?”

“Sure, call me when you’re here,” Black said.

Stella raised her brows, “You’re the one who saved me, aren’t you? I recognize your voice.”

The other party was silent once again.

“Hello? Hello?” Stella repeated.

He replied, “Yes, it was me but I hope that you could keep it a secret.”

“Alright,” Stella responded.

He then hung up on the phone.

Stella felt that Black was a cold and mysterious person. However, she couldn’t fathom why he had a photo of her with him.

At 3. 30 p. m.

The rest of Eleven came back to the police station.

“Did you guys find anything new?” Sheldon asked impatiently. They were being bombarded by a flock of reporters, and because of that, Director Vann was in a bad mood. Sheldon, as the Director’s assistant, was also affected.

Ray shook his head, “The killer did it meticulously, there were no clues left behind.”

“Did you come across any albums? It’s best if it’s a recent album that has photos that were taken at home,” Stella asked.

“There’s an album. I looked through it, but I didn’t find anything special,” Alissa said.

“Could you show it to me?” Stella asked.

“Sure. I’ve brought the album here,” Alissa took the album out of the briefcase and handed it to Stella.

Stella put on a pair of disposable gloves and flipped through the album casually. She then found what she was looking for in the album, and pointed to a photo of a plush bear seated on a sofa, and said, “This toy. Did you guys find it at the house?”

Ray looked at the album and said, “I didn’t notice it.”

“What about this?” Stella pointed to a toy truck in the corner and asked.

Ray shook his head, “These are small things that I didn’t really pay attention to. What’s up with them?”

Stella explained, “The murderer is someone who pretends to be a clown, nicknamed Uncle Joker.”

“He pretends to be a clown in shopping malls, playgrounds, and other places. He would give out toys to children, and roses to the children’s mother.”

“When the children see that their mothers were happy receiving the flowers, they would then naturally lower down their guard against strangers,” Stella said.

“Then? What happens after?” Alissa, who was always impatient, pressed on.

“The net will then be cast. He would make use of the surveillance devices in the toys to monitor and observe the family, to target on his next victim, and find the best time to take action.”

Alissa didn’t believe Stella, “If that’s the case, he must have a lot of time on his hand then. After all, it isn’t easy to find a family in which the husband has passed away.”

“He is patient, and he has his own way of making decisions. He takes a month to find the right family and monitor them, and another month to test the family, which after he would then take action,” Stella explained.

“That’s impossible. If that’s true, you would have already solved the case by yourself. Then what did we even do today? Wouldn’t all the things we’ve done today be in vain then?” Alissa grumbled.

Stella gave a faint smile, “I feel that you could use more of your time doing what you’re supposed to do rather than disagreeing with me.”

“I just can’t stand arrogant, conceited people,” Alissa said in disdain.

“Well, you could see for yourself if I’m indeed arrogant or conceited within one week,” Stella said calmly.