Semua Bab Dumped Her Ex, Married A Secret Billionaire: Bab 341 - Bab 350

Meredith's gaze sharpened instantly, blade-like, locking onto Liam's seemingly calm profile.A surge of irritation rose from deep within him--this man who kept calling himself an amateur was anything but.The steadiness of his grip, the rhythm of his shots--everything about him screamed veteran.After several rapid alternating rounds, their scores were neck and neck. Meredith could already feel the dull burn in his arms, muscles protesting from the strain.Liam lowered his rifle and tapped the tabletop twice with his fingertips. A faint, unreadable smile touched his lips."Winning like this doesn't feel very honorable," he said, lifting his eyes to Meredith. "How about...I give you two shots back?"Meredith's fingers tightened abruptly around the grip, his knuckles blanching as veins surfaced faintly at his temple.He drew in a deep breath, forcing down the anger churning in his chest."Since we've already come this far," he said slowly, each word squeezed out through clenched teeth,

"Ugh--!"Meredith's entire body jolted as if an invisible sledgehammer had slammed into his chest.An unimaginable, blunt pain exploded from the point of impact, instantly stealing his breath.The air was forcibly driven from his lungs, his vision darkened, and his body staggered back a step on instinct.He clutched his chest and bent forward, unable to produce a single coherent sound.A deathly silence spread through the room, thick and suffocating.Every gaze was filled with shock--and grim understanding. That shot to the center of the chest had been precise to the point of cruelty.Liam, however, seemed utterly unaware of the frozen atmosphere. He shook his head lightly, his tone carrying a hint of almost self-mocking regret."Looks like I lost," he said calmly. "To stay completely still under those conditions--that kind of composure is admirable."Spoken so lightly, those words were far more cutting than open mockery.Each syllable was like a needle wrapped in cotton, piercing Mer

At the North District Police Department, inside an otherwise ordinary interrogation room, the air was stretched tight, like a bow drawn to its limit.Llywelyn sat across the table, personally taking notes. His brow was deeply furrowed, the pen between his fingers motionless for a long time.The entire station was unusually quiet that day.Even footsteps in the corridor had been deliberately softened. Everyone knew exactly what kind of figure Llywelyn had arrested this time.Llywelyn's temper and principles were well known throughout the system.If the evidence was solid, he would put the cuffs on without hesitation--no matter who came to plead for mercy. But that same unbending spine had made his career anything but smooth.No matter how capable he was, he had been stuck in a deputy position at a district station for years, with no hope of promotion.On the other side of the table, Liam sat upright, his back straight, hands naturally folded on his knees.From the moment he'd entered t

"Sir,"Liam stepped half a pace forward. His tone was sincere, weighted to the point of gravity."I was indeed in that area yesterday. But I swear on my family's honor--I had no reason to harm Bruno, let alone flee the scene after hitting someone. If I did it, I would never evade responsibility. If I didn't, then even if so-called evidence is placed right in front of me, I will not accept this stain on my name. Does what you see always equal the truth? In this day and age, there are far too many things that can be fabricated, manipulated. A video does not necessarily represent reality.""But every piece of the evidence chain currently points directly to you!"A loud, cold voice--steeped in unquestionable authority--cut sharply into the exchange from the far end of the corridor.Another group of uniformed officers approached at a brisk pace.Leading them was a man in his early fifties, stern-faced, with insignia that clearly marked him as a higher rank. Their arrival plunged the alread

Cecilia froze. A name flashed through her mind almost instantly.Hesitantly--almost soundlessly, shaping the word with her lips--she said, "Harriet...?""Even you can see it," Murphy replied, his brow tightening almost imperceptibly. "So the person directly involved understands it even better. Right now, though, she needs time--and she needs proof."He stepped back in front of Cecilia and continued his analysis, his tone grave."Liam's situation is simple in one sense, and extremely difficult in another. Simple because the core issue is proving that the crucial surveillance footage was fabricated. Difficult because...whoever did this is highly skilled. They stitched together footage from different times, different locations--possibly even involving different people--aligning the timeline, lighting, and vehicle movement so seamlessly that it looks completely real. Finding a flaw will take time, and it will take serious technical expertise."Cecilia lowered her head, her hands clenched