His Regret Arrived Three Days Late novel Chapter 112

The sex scandal involving the disabled woman in Eirlandia exploded online. Soon after, news broke that the woman had attempted suicide and then disappeared. The media painted her as a tragic, pitiful figure, and public opinion overwhelmingly sided with her. The narrative subtly pointed the finger at an unnamed woman close to a powerful man, suggesting she was the mastermind.

Though no names were mentioned, all the details pointed directly at Annika.

Annika, unfazed by the online vitriol, simply logged out of her social media accounts after seeing the trending topic.

It wasn't long before the police showed up at her door.

“Are you Annika Sargent?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Someone has accused you of attempting to harm Serena Lawson. This is the evidence.”

The officer played an audio file on his phone. The voice sounded exactly like Annika’s, and the recording captured her supposedly giving the video to a reporter.

After listening, Annika remained calm. “I don’t know this reporter.”

“But he knows you, Ms. Sargent.” The officer’s tone was cold.

He handed her another phone. “Take a close look at this.”

Annika’s eyes fell on a series of chat screenshots. The messages were from the previous night, around two in the morning. An anonymous account had spammed Serena with the video of her assault, accompanied by a barrage of humiliating messages that finally broke her spirit.

The security footage from Scent Haven residence showed a disheveled Serena, her eyes vacant, wheeling herself out of her room around 2:30 AM. After that, she vanished.

Annika looked up, her gaze icy. “And what makes you so sure I sent these?” She knew perfectly well whether she had or not.

“Just now,” the young cop replied. “His escape is practically an admission of guilt.”

Walter didn't dare face her. A cold smile touched Annika's lips. She turned to leave, but the older officer blocked her path. “Walter may have run, Ms. Sargent, but that doesn’t prove there was no deal between you. You can’t leave just yet.”

Annika was speechless. She sat in the interrogation room, calmly recounting her whereabouts from the previous night.

Suddenly, the door was thrown open, and a wave of frigid pressure swept into the room.

Annika looked up and met Conrad’s chilling, hostile gaze. His face was a thunderous mask. Without a word, he strode in, grabbed her arm, and started pulling her out.

The interrogating officer moved to follow, but another cop stopped him. “Let it go. Do Mr. Beryl a favor and let her go home.”

Conrad shoved Annika into the back seat of his car and slid in beside her. The moment the door closed, Nolan hit the gas, and the black Cayenne sped away from the police station.