Our Billion-Worth Twins

Chapter 67

! Chapter 67 The officer leaned against his chair, opened his notebook, and looked at Catelyn. He did not look too genial for a peaceful ‘questioning’. Catelyn felt extremely uneasy being interrogated like this. “He was my fiance four years ago. We’re not related in any way.” “According to the victim’s family, the night when Jamie Mason was assaulted, you were at Barricade Club, too. You couldn’t afford to be a patron of the place based on your current level of income, so why were you there? Were you trying to get back with Jamie Mason, and he rejected you because he had a girlfriend? You lost your temper and had a group of people beat him up, correct?” “No! It is not!” Catelyn realized that he was trying to lead her, triggering her in the process. “Jamie was the one who set me up and tricked me into going to that place that night. He got me drunk and even attempted to assault me. Thankfully, a friend of mine came to my rescue, or Jamie Mason would’ve been the one sitting here right now!” The man scribbled something in his notebook, then looked up to ask her, “Friend? Which friend?”

Catelyn did not want to involve Cedrick in this; the photo had created enough rumors and controversy. Plus, he had a fiancee.

She bit her lip and said, “I was drunk and didn’t even have the opportunity to commit a crime. Instead of interrogating me here, you should be investigating Jamie’s bodyguard. I am innocent!”

“Innocent?” The officer snickered and looked at her from the corner of his eyes. “Every criminal who stepped into this room, without fail, told me that they’re innocent. You tell me who saved you that night, and then we can wrap this up and release you.” Catelyn frowned. “I was too intoxicated and couldn’t remember anything…”

Thump! The man slammed the table and eyed her dangerously. “Catelyn, it is your civil duty to cooperate with the investigation. I know you know it very well that the surveillance camera in Barricade Club was faulty that night, so that’s why you keep making excuses. You hired someone to assault Jamie, didn’t you?”

Catelyn shuddered in shock at that statement.

The surveillance camera was faulty?

Was it Cedrick’s doing?

Then again, perhaps slamming Jamie was not something that should be caught on camera.

Her face turned pale.

“Well, sue me if you have evidence for it.”

At this point, Catelyn’s hands were still cuffed to the table, and she was antsy from head to toe. “After all, you can only detain me for forty-eight hours. I won’t admit to something that I didn’t do.”

“You sure are stubborn,” the man smiled evilly. Catelyn wanted to say more in her defense, but the man left before she could.

The next half of the day, Catelyn tasted firsthand what soft torture to force confession felt like. Not only did they not give her any food and water, but they also forbade them from sleeping. There was a huge, bright lamp above the table, and the light was so strong that she could barely open her eyes without crying. This was pure torture, hell on earth, but without visible physical damage. The strong light in such long hours made her eyes turn red. Catelyn teared non-stop at first, but the tears then dried up and irritated her eyes as though they were buried in sand. It was excruciating.

She was already unwell from the start, and with the bright light practically blinding her, she could feel her head splitting.

“You guys are forcing a false confession out of me! I demand a lawyer! You don’t have the right to do this to me!” she screamed at the door. Alas, that was all she could as she was still cuffed to the table, unable to even struggle.

Someone on duty outside of the door heard her and came over. “Warren, are you sure this is okay?” “We already have the evidence; she’s just so stubborn that she won’t even confess! “Don’t worry, though. I’ve seen many of these criminals, so everything is under control.”

The man whose name was Warren shook his hand, unbothered.

“But-”

“I have limits. I won’t kill her.” The voices faded as the two walked away, and all was quiet once more.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.