All Chapters of The Billionaire's Detective: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ROSE I froze the moment I heard Dante mention Conrald.I couldn't help but wonder why and what was going on."It's okay... tell him we'll catch up tomorrow. I can come back to the office today. I've already gone home," Dante replied before ending the call.Recently, I've been wondering if he knows about Conrald being Arabella's father. Maybe he knows but just doesn't want to talk about it. I'm still so confused because anyone, even at first glance, can see the resemblance between Arabella and Conrald.He had seen Conrald a number of times, and he's also seen Arabella. If he's someone with a retentive memory, he should be able to compare their faces.Funny enough, he hasn't asked me about Arabella's dad, but I believe he will soon."It's time to leave, Jordan. Get up; let's go. It's getting late already," Dante told Jordan, who was seated comfortably on the couch. He had to sit again after his dad's phone rang. He said his dad usually makes long calls, and he wasn't ready to stand and

ROSEEveryone froze, including the couple.Murmurs came from different angles—from those who dared to speak—and silence from those who couldn't say a thing."Oh wow... So you're getting remarried after killing my sister; how shameless can you be!" Josh (the brother of the deceased lady) said, letting out a dark chuckle."What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be burying your sister today?" the guy asked, his mouth shaking. He was scared but still dared to speak trash."Yeah... you're right; we are supposed to bury her today, but first, we'll make sure you go down alongside her... not just you, but also that witch over there!" He pointed at the bride, who was shaking so badly. Who would believe she could be this scared? Yes, she slaughtered a fully grown man like a chicken. People are too good at pretending."Your sister died, so I shouldn't get married? Or are you indirectly accusing me of killing your sister?" he asked, and silence followed. The crowd, who had been murmuring

ROSE "What happened? You've suddenly lost your voice? Weren't you whining a few minutes ago? Go on, speak. Tell them all the cruel things you did to her!" Nancy blurted, throwing her veil off."Oh... oh... I see. Now you feel you can shift all the blame onto me? You now preach about all the cruel things I did to her as if you weren't the one who suggested them all. You forgot how you suggested we spike her drink, which led to her losing our baby? The two times we did it, you instigated them all! Then about the womb... When she got pregnant the third time, you did the same thing, and when she was unconscious, you made me tell the doctor to remove her womb, so don't even think of placing it all on me!" The gun Josh was holding fell from his hands. The congregation gasped. Who would have believed that the little innocent model, Nancy, could do such a thing? She's someone almost all the young girls wish to be like. She's a role model to all. Turns out she's something none of them can eve

ROSEThe lawyers went on accusing and defending till the dying minutes. The judge ordered a recess.Finally, it was time to give the final verdict. From the way he supported Greg, it was obvious the hearing would be in his favor. They somehow managed to place the whole blame on Nancy.When they were called up to speak, Greg was the first to take the stand. He swore on the Bible to tell nothing but the truth, but he ended up saying not a single truth, not even something related to it.After giving his own reasons and excuses, everything Nancy said seemed like a lie. He already made it seem like her intention was to place the blame on him."From what I've gathered so far, Mr. Greg here is innocent. It's actually Miss Nancy who did everything. So I've come to the conclusion that..." The next thing, he grabbed his chest, and the next minute, he was gasping for breath.He suffered an attack and was quickly rushed out of the courtroom.Greg's face tightened. Even a blind man could tell he w

ROSEI turned only to see Conrad standing behind me, his eyes burning as if he would devour me any time soon if I wasn't careful."What are you doing here?" I half-yelled."Are you not happy to see me?" Why should I be? He broke into my house and still had the guts to ask if I was happy to see him."Why should I be?" I asked, getting up to look at him.I took a proper look at him; only then did I realize he was holding a gun. My heart froze. I wouldn't want to imagine he was here to kill me."So it has gotten to the point where you break into my home with a gun?" I asked, glaring daggers at him. I was supposed to be scared, but for some reason, I wasn't. The Conrad that I knew would never do anything to hurt me; that I knew for sure."I had to." Slowly, he dipped the gun back into his back pocket."I'm not in the mood to exchange words with you; better go ahead and say whatever you have to say." He didn't say anything further; he just narrowed his gaze and then slowly approached."You