My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 214

“Genevieve Rachford is suspected of murder. She’s a fugitive,” one of them said.

“Murder?” Cooper scoffed. He undid some of the buttons on his shirt so that his skin could breathe. “I heard that Old Mrs. Faulkner died suddenly, and there are many reasons for people to die a sudden death. If you guys are suspecting Genevieve just because she was alone with her, then I must say you guys are too much of a failure as police officers.”

The policeman began to stutter after getting shot down by Cooper.

“Sir, you are seriously obstructing us from enforcing the law.”

The policeman looked toward one of his colleagues, who immediately pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

A besuited man standing next to Cooper instantly stepped in front of him and smiled warmly. “Officers, Mr. Sutton was simply sharing his suspicions. Taking someone into custody for no reason isn’t good, and besides…”

He trailed off as he pointed at a surveillance camera in the corner above them.

“Our every move is being recorded on that surveillance camera over there. If you try to start something with Mr. Sutton and we end up going to court, the surveillance camera footage will be used as evidence. You guys don’t want to be going over this in court because of a few harsh words, right?”

The man was all smiles as he spoke, but his words were sharp and venomous. The police officers’ faces clouded over at once.

The one holding the handcuffs no longer dared to move.

Marilyn’s eyes flickered when she caught sight of the man next to Cooper intimidating the police officers.

Wasn’t Cooper and Genevieve’s divorce a messy one? I even heard that Cooper was the one who killed Genevieve’s parents… So why is he helping her now?

Cooper chuckled.

“Yes, you didn’t say anything, but the urgent look on your face is showing how much you hate Genevieve. I’ve sent people and did a little investigating on my own. Both the hospital and the police station are so far from the Faulkner residence, and yet they arrived soon after Genevieve stepped into the study room. Did they predict Old Mrs. Faulkner’s death or something? Also”—Cooper took two steps toward Marilyn—”before she went to meet Old Mrs. Faulkner at the Faulkner residence, she had gone to do a check-up at the hospital. Her vocal cords were still broken, and there are records to prove it. So how can a person who cannot speak force an old woman to her death?”

Cooper was even more overbearing than the lawyer next to him. Just a few sentences from him were enough to make Marilyn panic because she knew she did not do a good job.

Still, she thought stubbornly, it’s not like there are surveillance cameras on the second-floor corridor. No one will ever find out how she died.

“Mando,” Marilyn whined, shaking Armand’s arm, “I’m not good at reasoning with people. I can’t win Mr. Sutton in an argument. But all the housekeepers can prove that Genevieve has something to do with Grandma’s death! Everybody in the Faulkner family wants to know why Grandma died. Are you just going to let Genevieve go like that?”