Meanwhile, Ronald had endured three days and three nights of relentless questioning at the detention center. The harsh lights glared down, tormenting both his mind and body.
But under the layers of pressure, he stood his ground.
As long as he thought of Sophia, as long as he thought of the lady who filled his thoughts day and night, the one he couldnât get close to, he would endure it even if the sky collapsed.
At that moment, the interrogation room door swung open, and Cyrus strolled in with an indifferent expression.
In front of the suspects and criminals, he no longer resembled the affluent and noble Cyrus Taylor.
Instead, he had the demeanor of a gangster. Even people from the criminal underworld would address him with respect.
Cyrus yawned and casually pulled out a steel chair, sweeping his long legs as he sat down.
âSmith, make a cup of coffee for Mr. Branson to refresh him. The night has just begun.â
âYes, Chief Taylor.â
Ronald sneered. He then asked through gritted teeth, âChief Taylor, arenât you tired of interrogating me every day?â
âNo, not at all. Iâm young and can endure it,â Cyrus replied with a mischievous smile.
âIâve told you everything in the past two days. You can ask me all night, ask me a thousand times, and my answer will still be the same.â
Cyrus narrowed his eyes and coldly lifted the corner of his lips.
âWeâve covered the old questions. Iâll bring up something new.â
He placed the photos of the evidence in front of Ronald.
Ronald lowered his head and saw the platinum lily-shaped necklace in the pictures.
His body leaned forward as he attempted to control his expression. But the trembling muscles around his eyes exposed his fear.
âDo you recognize this necklace?â
Cyrus stared at him intently, tapping his fingertips on the table.
Ronald immediately denied it. His forehead broke out in a cold sweat as he said, âI donât recognize it.â
âYou donât recognize your belongings?â
Cyrus mockingly chuckled.
âYou meticulously wrapped it in fine silk and kept it in a pricey jewelry box, clearly indicating its importance to you. And now, you claim not to recognize it? Who do you think youâre fooling? Ghosts?â
âDid you search my house? You!â Ronaldâs pupils trembled, and he clenched his fists. The handcuffs on him produced a grating sound.
âYouâre a criminal, and Iâm a cop. Isnât it normal to search your house? Donât you have any psychological preparation for that?â
Cyrus chuckled as he leaned back.
âIâve looked into it. This necklace belonged to Sophia Kirkman. You stored her personal belongings carefully in your home. Your connection with Sophia seems unique.â
âI stole it. So what?â Ronaldâs face turned pale as he clenched his teeth.
âI visited TS Network and found colleagues and directors you collaborated with over 20 years ago. I also spoke with actors who are still active on the screen. They all know you. They talked a lot about you and Sophia. These are all testimonial evidence. They said you admired and pursued not Lyla but Sophia.â
Ronaldâs sweat trickled down his face, and he uttered with resentment, âThey donât know a damn thing!â
âNot only that, they also mentioned that you seized every opportunity to get close to Sophia, providing her unwavering support. At that time, almost everyone knew that Sophia and Lyla were arch-enemies.
âYour house is adorned with Sophiaâs pictures but lacking any of Lylaâs. Not a single Lyla movie is found on your computer. How could you claim to be Lylaâs fan?â