The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 440

We all look at each other in confusion before Juliette slowly turns toward the manager.

“Do they say why they’re looking for her?” she asks.

The manager shakes his head. “No… They only said that they need to speak to her.”

Juliette studies his face for a second before nodding. “Bring them over.”

The manager quickly agrees before disappearing again. The second he’s gone; panic starts curling painfully inside my chest.

I turn toward Lilly almost immediately. “What if this is about the guy from yesterday?”

Memories from the house flash through my mind. After Noah’s men finished interrogating the man, they handed him over to the police. I still remember the way he screamed at me while they dragged him away, promising that he would press charges against me for attacking him.

Lilly immediately shakes her head. “Noah would never let that happen.”

“But—”

“Sierra,” she interrupts firmly, “the man was literally hired to kill you. The police aren’t going to entertain him trying to file charges because you defended yourself.”

Juliette shouts beside us. “Someone tried to kill you?!”

I immediately glare at her. “Could you be any louder?”

She blinks unapologetically. “This suite is soundproof.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she demands.

Before I can answer, the door opens again and two police officers walk into the private room and they both immediately look towards me.

“Miss Meyers?”

I slowly raise my hand. “That’s me.”

The older officer nods politely. “We just have a few questions concerning a death.”

My stomach drops instantly. “A death? What death?”

The officers exchange a brief look before the younger one answers. “This afternoon, Jocelyn was found dead inside her prison cabin.”

Shock ripples through the entire table, because what the hell? She seemed fine after we talked to her that day.

The officer continues, “According to the visitor logs, you and Miss Lilly Wood were the last people to visit her.”

Lilly immediately straightens. “Yes, but what does her death have to do with us?”

The older officer exhales slowly. “Initially it was reported as a suicide…”

Something about the way he says it makes my stomach twist, and makes panic set root inside me.

“But you don’t believe that,” I say quietly before he can continue.

Both officers look surprised for a second before nodding.

“We spent most of the afternoon questioning inmates, speaking with her family and going through her belongings,” the younger officer explains. “And honestly, it doesn’t look like suicide… It looks like someone killed her and staged it to look like suicide.”

For a moment, I can only stare at them. I never liked Jocelyn, but I never wished death on her. I just hoped that she would serve her sentence and learn from her mistakes, which she seemed to be doing.

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