The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge



"Ralph, are you hearing yourself?!" Owen's heart skipped a beat, and he scolded sternly. "I am your superior, and the one whose life was in danger. I was attacked by criminals tonight! Yet you want to take me back to the police station? If word got out, can you bear the responsibility?!"

Justin looked at Ralph with a worried gaze.

Although Justin was not a government official, he understood the power dynamics that came with rank.

"I've assigned people to seal off this entire street. What happened tonight will not get out, not just because of your reputation, but also to prevent spreading panic among the public. I don't want the people who live here to be in fear when they go out at night."

Ralph curled his lips slightly, his handsome face fearless, but his tone was firm and undeniable. "Besides, you've also said these criminals are here for you. You are the victim. According to the procedure, you should come back to the station to give your statement and let us protect you. After all, you're my superior and not to be taken lightly, right?"

Owen was rendered speechless.

Justin slightly narrowed his eyes, his admiration for Ralph deepening in his heart.

Who said that Ralph was merely a brute?

Bella was indeed her dear brother's number-one hater.

In the early morning, the interrogation room was dark and the air was tense.

Owen lowered his head as he sat on the cold chair, not speaking a word about anything other than what happened tonight.

"We're stuck, Captain Ralph. No matter how we questioned him, Deputy Chief Hopkins refused to speak."

His colleague was worried. "The Chief already knows about this and asked that we release Deputy Chief Hopkins after the routine questioning. Otherwise, he would definitely hold you accountable, and you might be suspended!Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Ralph gritted his teeth. "How many more hours do we have?"

"Two hours. Perhaps less than that. The Chief heard about this and is rushing back to Savrow overnight from his business trip at Hatchbay."

Ralph's heart tightened, pacing back and forth in the hallway.

He was not afraid of being suspended. He was afraid that if they could not break Owen this time when they had him under control, it would be impossible to catch him again.

Ralph wanted to take down Christopher, and he did not want to disappoint Bella and Justin. He made up his mind, took a deep breath, and returned to the interrogation room.

Ralph and Owen were locked in a confrontation. Owen sat with his eyes closed, appearing confident and composed.

"Your chief must be on his way here now. Perhaps I should remind you that if you still don't release me, I can't guarantee you will still have the chance to wear this police uniform once the sun rises. Besides, I've said all I need to say. I don't know those criminals or why they suddenly attacked me. All I did was for self-defense. If you ask me about other things, I wouldn't know the answer."

Ralph clicked his tongue, his voice cold and intimidating.

"Deputy Chief Hopkins, the leader of those thugs has just confessed. They attacked you not for money but to silence you."

Owen remained expressionless.

"The leader said they were connected to the Iverson Group." Ralph stepped closer to him, his slender fingers tapping the table rhythmically. "So, is it reasonable for me to suspect the one who wanted to silence you was Christopher? After all, he's the last one left in the entire Iverson family, since most of them are dead or imprisoned."

Ralph nearly slipped and called Christopher a venomous snake.

"Pfft, hahaha..."

Owen suddenly slammed the table and laughed. "The Prisoner's Dilemma? Do you think this would work? Don't forget that I'm a police officer too. Your imagination is running wild. You should become a screenwriter. Being a police officer is wasting your talents."