?Chapter 133:

    Katelyn’s gaze turned icy as she watched a man enter the room.

    He was dressed sharply in a suit, with gold-rimmed sses, giving off an air of authority.

    He greeted the police officers with a smile upon entry.

    “Excuse, officers. I’m a friend of his. His parents were rmed to hear of his arrest. They’ve fallen ill and are now in the hospital. I’ve brought a few messages from them for him.”

    The suspect looked confused.

    He was an orphan. How could he possibly have parents? It dawned on Katelyn what was unfolding.

    This so-called friend was likely sent by Neil to prevent the suspect from talking.

    She quickly addressed the police officers, saying, “Officers, perhaps it’s best to keep the suspect detained. Let him out only if he’s ready to confess.”

    Although the case was underway, the suspect had not been formally booked yet.

    Even as Katelyn spoke quickly, it was not swift enough. Thewyer-like man turned to the suspect, his lips curling into a smirk as he pped him on the shoulder.

    “Let me tell you something. You’ve made a mistake. Serve your time and reflect on yourself. They’ll be waiting for you once you’re out.”

    His tone was seemingly caring, but the underlying message was clear.

    Katelyn’s eyes hardened with understanding as she caught the hidden message.

    Her heart sank. She recognized this as Neil’s influence.

    There was little chance the suspect would betray Neil now.

    The neer addressed the officers, saying, “I’ve delivered their messages. Thank you.” With that, he walked away.

    Katelyn looked back at the suspect with a mix of frustration and appeal.

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    She said, “Think carefully. This isn’t a trivial matter. A criminal charge could ruin your life forever. Are you really going to keep silent? Even if you refuse to speak, I will find other evidence.”

    The man who had been hesitant before now seemed resolved.

    “What are you implying? I don’t follow. I acted alone because I needed money, so I stole yourptop to sell it. Now, I’ve been caught, and I’m prepared to face the consequences.”

    Katelyn clenched her fists, her eyes shing with frustration.

    She was astounded by Neil’s audacity.

    On her way to the police station, she had known it wouldn’t be easy to link Neil to the case. Still, it hurt to see her hopes dashed.

    Holding back her anger, Katelyn demanded coldly, “Where’s myptop?”

    The man’s bold reply infuriated Katelyn further.

    “Theptop broke and was worthless. I threw it into the river. You might try looking there.”

    He persisted in iming sole responsibility for the crime, leaving the police powerless to pursue it further. With him taking all the me, the police had no choice but to close the case.

    Leaving the police station, Katelyn was seething. Even if she confronted Neil at the Wheeler Group, he would deny everything without hard evidence. She swore to make Neil pay for this someday.

    Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Katelyn decided to head home to unwind. She nned to continue her work in the afternoon.

    Unexpectedly, as she looked up, she noticed a man standing under a camphor tree far away.

    Leaning against his car and smoking a cigarette, Neil watched her intently.

    He took a quick puff, flicked the cigarette to the ground, and crushed it underfoot before walking over to Katelyn.

    With a harsh tone, he demanded, “How long do you n to keep this from me? ying housewife, huh?”

    Katelyn stopped in her tracks, staring down at him.

    Three months ago, she still loved him deeply, delighting in every moment they shared. But now, the mere sight of him repulsed her.

    “Your games are growing tiresome. How blind could I have been to…”

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