Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 1005

"You! It was you, wasn't it? You helped that bitch! Tell me—what did you do to my daughter?"

The man tilted his chin slightly, a faint smirk curling at the corner of his lips as he looked at Mrs. Olson.

"Ma'am, I haven't seen her either. Why would you come straight to me with that question?"

"If not you, then who? It must be you—you tampered with something, that's why my daughter has gone missing…"

"Ma'am, I'm truly sorry. I understand that you're upset and looking for someone to blame. I'm just an ordinary man. Taking money to do a job is one thing, but asking me to break the law, to violate basic morals, to do something so vile… I'm afraid I can't oblige."

The man was clearly prepared. With Mrs. Olson already in a heightened emotional state, she couldn't outargue him—if anything, the more she spoke, the more she exposed herself.

"Enough!"

Mr. Olson's voice cut through the chaos.

Mrs. Olson turned, only to see him standing behind her.

The crowd parted, making way as he stepped forward.

Like a drowning person grasping at a lifeline, she rushed to his side. "Veronica must have been harmed by them—hurry and think of something…"

Mr. Olson took hold of her hand and gently but firmly removed it from his arm.

Without saying a word to her, he walked straight toward Winnie.

Winnie met his gaze coldly. In his deep-set eyes, she saw a storm of fury. A dark, oppressive aura surrounded him, as if laced with killing intent.

In the past, no matter how rebellious she had been, some instinctive fear of him had always lingered in her bones. But now, even if towering waves threatened to swallow her whole, her heart remained steady and unshaken.

"Did you do it?"

As she spoke, Winnie cast a helpless glance at the officer beside her.

The Olson family wielded considerable influence, their connections deeply entrenched. Even the investigation had to be handled with a degree of courtesy.

But seeing the victim continually being harassed, the officers' patience wore thin.

"Mr. Olson, this is a police station. If you have information regarding your daughter's disappearance, please file a report. Do not harass the victim here."

At that moment, several higher-ranking officers arrived in a hurry.

They stepped in and restrained both Mr. and Mrs. Olson, holding an official investigation order as they prepared to take them in for questioning.

Mrs. Olson's expression changed drastically. "What are you doing? We haven't done anything! We've been framed! It's this girl—she set everything up! You should be investigating her!"

She was used to the privileges her status afforded in Goldmont City. Even if they had done something out of line, someone would usually turn a blind eye for the Olson family's sake—or smooth things over with a word.