Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 790

Chapter 790 

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 couldn’t 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. 

“Smith, make a cup of coffee for Mr. Branson to refresh him. The night has just begun.” 

“Yes, Chief Taylor.” 

Ronald sneered. He then asked through gritted teeth, “Chief Taylor, aren’t you tired of interrogating me 

every day?” 

“No, not at all. I’m young and can endure it,” Cyrus replied with a mischievous smile. 

“I’ve 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.” 

Cyrus narrowed his eyes and coldly lifted the corner of his lips. 

“We’ve covered the old questions. I’ll bring up something new.” 

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. 

“Do you recognize this necklace?” 

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, “I don’t recognize it.” 

“You don’t recognize your belongings?” 

Cyrus mockingly chuckled. 

“You 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 you’re fooling? Ghosts?” 

“Did you search my house? You!” Ronald’s pupils trembled, and he clenched his fists. The handcuffs on 

him produced a grating sound. 

“You’re a criminal, and I’m a cop. Isn’t it normal to search your house? Don’t you have any psychological 

preparation for that?” 

Cyrus chuckled as he leaned back.