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Chapter 23 Accusations
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I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis Chapter 262 Mira: Fight
‘Ashton! What are you doing here?’I couldn’t tell if I was more shocked or furious at the worst possible interruption.But I knew exactly what Ashton felt.‘Murderous’ didn’t even begin to cover the look on his face.I instinctively took a step back.‘Mr L-Laurent.’ Fabrizio had staggered to his feet and extended a hand.Even drunk, he remembered his manners.Ashton ignored him.His gaze locked on me, making the hairs on my neck prickle. ‘Let’s go.’‘Go? Where? Wait, I can’t!’Fabrizio had been about to give me the name of the man who helped him cook the books. With that, I could close the case and finally get my money back.‘Why didn’t you call me? And how did you even know I was here?’Ashton reached for my wrist.‘Don’t!’ I yanked my hand free. ‘I said I’m not leaving.’I glanced nervously towards the restaurant entrance, half expecting Silva to storm in.‘Is dinner with him really that important?’ Ashton’s voice was a low, dangerous growl. ‘I’ve got news. Important news.’‘Whatev
I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis Chapter 261 Mira: Undercover
Inspector Silva walked up to me and reached for the front of my blouse.I snatched the button out of his hand. ‘I can do it myself.’‘The gadget’s sensitive,’ he said. ‘Needs careful handling.’‘I can manage pinning a button to a blouse, thanks.’If not for the strictly professional look on his face, and the fact I’d spent the last three days getting a sense of him, I might’ve thought he was trying to grope me. But the man had one setting: work.‘The mini camcorder captures everything within twenty metres of your field of vision,’ he said, stepping back. ‘Make sure the lens is facing outwards and at the right angle.’I looked down and adjusted the tiny white device. It blended in perfectly with the rest of the buttons on my blouse.Silva checked something on his laptop, then put on a pair of earphones. ‘The view’s good. Say something.’‘Something.’‘Loud and clear.’ He pulled the earphones off.I resisted the urge to keep looking down at the button. ‘What if he doesn’t say anything us
I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis Chapter 260 Ashton: What If She Lashes Out
I stood. ‘Brief me on the way. Dom, call the pilot. Prep the plane. File the flight plan. Let me know the moment it’s approved.’Dominic was already on his phone. ‘Got it, boss. Destination?’‘Paris.’‘You’re going to Paris?’ Lea asked.I nodded. ‘Franklin Vance was Mira’s father. The news of his death will be a shock. I need to be there.’‘I’ll walk you down.’ She matched my stride as I headed for the executive lift. ‘What did he do to end up in prison?’‘Embezzlement, fraud, forgery, tax evasion, the works. When I asked him to make a will leaving everything to Mira, he tried to forge one to shift his assets abroad.’‘Huh. So you had him locked up?’‘He did that to himself. I just sped up the process.’‘Huh,’ she said again.‘What?’ I glanced at her. The lift was already descending.‘Does your wife know?’‘Of course. I told her.’‘So she knows you’re the reason her father went to prison.’‘There was no love lost between them, if that’s what you’re getting at.’‘Like my parents and yo
I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis Chapter 259 Ashton: Silence from Paris
‘Penny for your thoughts.’I turned from the floor-to-ceiling window. ‘Nothing. Just thinking about work.’Lea didn’t buy it. ‘Work doesn’t make you look like that.’‘Not my work. Mira’s.’I glanced at the phone clenched in my hand. Mira had just texted to say she was extending her stay in Paris. She didn’t say how long. Just that work was piling up, they were short-staffed, and she needed to pull her weight. As if to prove the point, when I called, she barely got two sentences out before cutting the call.Still, I couldn’t shake the feeling there was something she wasn’t saying.It wasn’t what she said—it was how. Something in her tone. A kind of evasiveness.‘Ah, yes, the famous jewellery designer.’ Lea tilted her chin towards the safe in the corner of the office. ‘May I?’I keyed in the code and unlocked it.She removed the top box, opened a velvet case, and lifted out a necklace. ‘What’s this one called again?’‘Veyra.’‘Pretty name. Eliza Black wore it, didn’t she? I remember the
I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis Chapter 258 Mira: Fraud, Scam, Money Down the Drain
Inspector Silva clearly wasn’t the chatty type.He skipped straight to business once he realised I wasn’t in the mood for niceties.He handed me a file. ‘I must ask you to keep everything you’re about to read strictly confidential. Especially from Monsieur Marchetti—’‘Yeah, yeah, I get it,’ I said, waving a hand. ‘Not a word from me.’The file was in French. With my sad excuse for French skills, I had to use a translation app to even start understanding it. Silva didn’t offer to help. He just sat there watching me wrestle with it like it was some kind of sadistic test.The more I read, the worse it got. For a second, I hoped the app was malfunctioning and spitting out nonsense.But I wasn’t that lucky.I flagged down a waiter and asked for the strongest coffee they had. I needed something industrial-strength.‘If you’ve got this much evidence,’ I said eventually, my voice sounding oddly detached, ‘why haven’t you just arrested him?’If the file was accurate—and it certainly looked it
I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis Chapter 257 Mira: A Call from the Police
I rubbed my ear, sank into the nearest chair, and braced myself for a long, punishing lecture.Yvaine didn’t disappoint.‘You ran off to Paris days after getting engaged. You’ve barely lifted a finger for the wedding. Then you spotted some mystery woman in a red dress and immediately decided Ashton must be in love with her and the whole thing’s off. You didn’t even ask him. It’s like you’ve been waiting for something to go wrong, and she just gave you the perfect excuse. Whether anything’s going on or not, you don’t care. You just want out, and now you’ve got a reason.’I made a few non-committal noises to prove I was still on the line. If I didn’t, she might actually book an air taxi and fly to Paris to deliver her bollocking in person.But really, she wasn’t saying anything I hadn’t already clocked—just buried under a few layers of self-delusion.She’d lose her mind if I told her the full plan. That I was thinking of relocating Mira Joie to Paris, which would only prove her theory t
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