He Never Loved Me Until the Day I Finally Left Him novel Chapter 651

Without wasting another second, Sebastian stood up and calmly exited the Commissioner's office.

He bypassed the holding cell entirely, slipping out through a discreet side door.

Carter trailed quietly behind him.

He shot his assistant a sharp look. "I want you to dig into that car crash from six years ago. Find out exactly how Janetta got her hands on the confidential details. I want to know if there was a leak, and I want every single person involved investigated."

His tone was deadly serious, leaving no room for failure.

"Understood," Carter replied immediately.

He quickly elaborated, "Logically, it shouldn't be possible. The families of the deceased guards and the drunk driver were kept entirely in the dark. But I will retrace every step and run background checks on everyone who was there, including the reporters who arrived at the scene."

"I want answers, and I want them fast," Sebastian ordered, his voice low.

"Yes, sir," Carter nodded.

With his orders given, Sebastian strode purposefully out of the station.

The press had already spotted his car and swarmed the side exit like vultures.

As soon as he stepped outside, they practically tackled him with microphones.

"Mr. Hayes, is Janetta officially being charged with attempted murder?"

"Mr. Hayes, why would she target a young child? Is there a hidden motive?"

"Did she lose control because of your recent romantic rumors with Ms. Wallace?"

...

The questions were vicious and unyielding.

He ignored them completely, his face a mask of thunderous fury as he slid into the backseat.

Carter turned to the rabid reporters with a polite but firm smile. "I apologize, but Mr. Hayes will not be taking any questions until the official investigation concludes."

He then climbed into the passenger seat.

The bodyguards immediately formed a barricade, holding back the frantic crowd.

The luxury sedan smoothly pulled away from the chaos.

In the quiet confines of the car, he dialed Helena's number again, only to be met with the same automated voicemail.

He stared at the screen, his long, elegant fingers drumming a steady, predatory rhythm against his thigh.

Outwardly, he looked completely unbothered.

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