Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211
As Wyatt and Zane pushed open the door, they instantly understood the situation upon seeing the quiet office hall, where even breathing seemed amplified. Wherever those three stood, the air felt heavy with their presence.
Now that they were in the police station, Zane quickly took charge, politely inviting them into his office and instructing his subordinates to bring the truck driver to the interrogation room
Zane was respectful but didn’t fawn over Jeremiah and the others. After getting them some water, he sat down on the couch with a gesture that made Wyatt even more pleased with him.
Wyatt thought, “This guy knows his boundaries. If he had started sucking up to Jeremiah just because of his status, he would never make it far in the political world. Knowing when to push and hold back is a real lesson in life and leadership.
Andrew sprawled on the couch with one leg crossed over the other and took a sip of his water. He turned to Yvette and said, “That truck driver is quite tough. We’ve questioned him at least ten times this morning, and all he keeps saying is that it was an accident, claiming he was just exhausted from overworking. It’s obvious someone coached him. He knows how to dodge the serious charges. By the way, who the hell did Mr. Chambers cross? This wasn’t just brake failure; they used a huge truck to try to kill him. It’s clear someone wanted him dead.”
Yvette frowned with sharpness in her gaze. Her fingers lightly tapped on the armrest and her features were stunningly elegant while her half-closed eyes held a flicker of mischief. She said slowly, “Overworking?”
Wyatt nodded with a serious look. He had been part of the entire interrogation. “The driver is clever, way too sharp for someone of his supposed background. Throughout our questioning, he didn’t even flinch. He even asked for a lawyer, like he had prepared for this, confident he wouldn’t face heavy charges.”
Zane remained silent. He had worked his way up from the bottom, struggling for years before Wyatt noticed him and brought him into this position. He also thought that the truck driver was definitely not an average guy.
Jeremiah casually inserted the straw into Yvette’s drink and handed it to her. She took a sip and, just as naturally, placed it back in Jeremiah’s hand.
The three men across from them felt speechless, thinking, ‘Really? Is showing off like that necessary?’
A chill flashed through Jeremiah’s eyes. In the midday sunlight, his handsome, calm profile seemed to glow with a golden hue. He said in a cold and sharp voice, “Have you checked his background?”
Zane knew it was his turn to speak, so he respectfully said, “We have. His name is Eric Wilson, just a regular guy and nothing special. He’s from a small town. We contacted the local police station where he was born and found that his parents passed away a few years ago. He has an older brother who left for work over twenty years ago and hasn’t returned since. Eric has been driving trucks ever since and keeps to himself with no wife and no kids. That’s all we could find.”
Andrew let out a mocking laugh. “He does look like that.”
Jeremiah’s expression remained indifferent. “Where’s his brother? What does he do?”
Zane froze for a moment. They had focused solely on Eric’s background and hadn’t checked his brother. His brother hadn’t shown up in over twenty years. It seemed that he couldn’t have anything to do with Zachary’s accident.
Zane shook his head. “We haven’t looked into that yet. I’ll arrange for someone to dig into it right away.”
Yvette propped her elbow on the table, having a mischievous smile on her face. “Don’t bother. Let him tell us himself.”
Wyatt and Zane exchanged glances, unsure of what she meant. Based on the previous interrogation, getting Eric to talk was very difficult, let alone having him spill everything about his brother.
Andrew felt curious and leaned in. “Do you know how to make Eric talk, Yvette?”
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Yvette nodded seriously, her gaze lazy but with a hint of something fierce, full of rebellious energy, and an almost playful indifference. She said, “Getting him to talk is easy. Just beat him tip until he speaks.”
Andrew nodded in agreement, thinking. What’s the big deal about roughing Eric up a bit? After what he did, trying to take someone’s life, a few punches aren’t going to hurt him!
Jeremiah gently squeezed her wrist, saying in a soft voice, “Do you really want to do that?”
Yvette tilted her head and stared at him, her eyes sparkling like stars.
Wyatt pressed a hand to his chest, feeling speechless. He thought, Are these three discussing this right here? If this keeps up, my heart’s going to explode! Besides, how can Jeremiah ignore the law? In ancient times, that would make him a tyrant.’
Zane was stunned for a moment, forcing himself to look at Yvette cautiously. “Ms. Zeller, this… It might not be the best idea. How about we try something else?”
Wyatt also looked at Yvette, trying to look sincere. “Yeah, Zane is right. Let’s go with another plan, Ms. Zeller. Beating someone up at the police station is not appropriate.”
Yvette withdrew her gaze, turning her head to see both of them looking nervous. She half-closed her eyes with a playful smile, tapping the armrest with her pale, delicate hands. Raising an eyebrow, she said lazily, “Just kidding. Peace matters here. We shouldn’t fight violence with violence.”
Wyatt and Zane were both speechless, doubting her words.
Andrew slumped back on the couch, clearly disappointed. He thought, ‘It looks like we’re not going to rough him up, right?’
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Lachlan, who had already figured out the situation, brought Eric to the interrogation room.
“Come in,” Zane said.
Lachlan entered with his head slightly lowered. “Eric has been brought to the interrogation room, Mr. Chappell. We can start whenever you’re ready.”
Zane glanced at Jeremiah and Yvette, asking for their opinion. “Mr. Chavez, Ms. Zeller, shall we head over together?” Inside the interrogation room, Eric sat with a defiant look on his face, like he didn’t care what was going to happen to him. Across from him were the two officers who had been questioning him since morning.
He let out a derisive snort, thinking, “They’re nothing but a bunch of useless cops. What new tricks could they possibly have up their sleeves? As long as I stuck to my brother’s story and insisted it was just overworking, who could hold me guilty?”
His brother was right; the law had its loopholes. As long as he could exploit that, he could evade serious consequences even if he killed someone. In the worst-case scenario, he would get a few years in prison. After that, he would still be free as a bird. The door to the interrogation room swung open, and Eric squinted against the sudden light. Once he saw who had entered, a look of intense surprise flashed in his eyes as he leered at the girl.
Lachlan scolded Eric sharply, “Behave yourself.” Then he motioned for the other two officers to follow him out, leaving Eric alone with Yvette.
With one hand casually tucked in her pocket, Yvette strolled to a chair and sat down leisurely. She squinted, resting her legs on the table, exuding a rebellious, confident aura. She didn’t say a word.
Eric’s gaze was fixed on her, waiting for her to speak. However, half an hour passed, and aside from a few glances in his direction, Yvette remained silent.
Eric’s frustration grew, not knowing what she was doing.
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On the other side of the interrogation room, Jeremiah, Andrew, Wyatt, Zane, and the two younger officers, along with Lachlan, were all watching the proceedings unfold on the screen
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