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Chapter Seventeen

Author: Regal
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-29 03:14:10

# Mia

I should have sensed something fishy when I was being led here, but perhaps I felt I deserved to be caught after my sloppy performance the previous day, so I did not pay much heed to my surroundings. I had acted on my anger, and it felt satisfying. So rather than think of how I would escape my predicament or what would happen to me if I did not, my mind went to Matthew Foster and how he would react when he found out. I had no doubt he would.

I stayed oddly quiet when they led me to the interrogation room. I guess I had expected that one day I would end up here, but what I did not expect was Jefferson Renson sitting in the chair meant for the investigator, draped in authority like it was a tailored suit.

He leaned back casually, as though the entire room belonged to him, his smirk sharp enough to cut. The fluorescent light overhead flickered, catching the cold gleam in his eyes.

"Well, well," he drawled, fingers tapping the desk in a slow rhythm. "Hello Mia."

My stomach tightened
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