The Fake Heiress and Her Purrfect Partner novel Chapter 95

**Chapter 95**

With a fierce determination that radiated from him, Alex addressed Mr. Vale, his voice unwavering as he laid out his demands. “Mr. Vale, I’m insisting that we immediately deploy fifty elite officers to establish round-the-clock surveillance on the target cold storage—no blind spots, no exceptions.” His eyes blazed with intensity, reflecting the urgency of the situation.

He pressed on, “In addition, we require a strike team comprised of at least two hundred officers, all outfitted with the latest tactical gear. We need multiple contingency plans and a meticulous grid-style deployment—every angle accounted for.” His conviction was palpable, filling the room with an electric tension. “This mission cannot fail. We will obliterate these parasites with overwhelming force and eradicate them for good.”

As Alex concluded his report, he noticed a subtle shift in Gordon’s demeanor; the stern lines of his face softened just a fraction. Gordon tapped his fingers lightly on the table, a gesture that conveyed both acknowledgment and approval. “Well done, Alex. Your quick thinking and sharp instincts were precisely what we needed. You’re finally beginning to live up to the potential I always knew you possessed.”

Gordon took a moment to savor his tea, the warm liquid offering a brief respite. “What’s even more commendable is that this isn’t even your assigned case, yet you dedicated the entire night to pursuing it. That level of commitment truly deserves recognition.” His tone carried a rare note of admiration, a compliment that Alex felt deeply.

“We’ll proceed with your plan. Mobilize immediately—” But before Gordon could finish, the heavy soundproof door swung open with a resounding bang, startling everyone in the room. All heads turned sharply as Nina strode in, leading the charge ahead of her companions.

She was a striking sight, a cat carrier slung over her shoulder, a crow perched regally on one side and a cockatiel on the other. In that moment, she looked less like an officer and more like a college student returning from an adventurous field trip, completely out of sync with the serious atmosphere of the meeting room.

Trailing closely behind her was Simon, his police jacket casually draped over one arm, sleeves rolled up, revealing his forearms. He carried Nina’s pet travel crate in one hand, his demeanor relaxed yet alert, as if he had just returned from a successful mission and was finally allowing himself to unwind.

Alex’s composure faltered as he felt his irritation rising. “You two! I’m in the midst of a crucial case report and tactical planning here. Do you have any idea about the importance of protocol?” His voice strained as he fought to maintain his cool.

What critical information did they overhear while loitering outside? Alex grumbled internally, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

Nina and Simon exchanged a quick glance, a silent understanding passing between them. Without uttering a word, they stepped aside, creating an open path down the center of the room, as if anticipating something significant about to unfold.

In an instant, the atmosphere shifted dramatically—a scene straight out of a crime drama unfolded before them. A squad of battle-hardened officers entered, their expressions sharp and focused, escorting a line of handcuffed suspects, each one appearing utterly defeated and dejected.

The suspects, dusty and crestfallen, kept their heads bowed, desperately trying to blend into the floor beneath them. The stark contrast between their demeanor and that of Simon’s team—standing tall and exuding authority—could not have been more pronounced.

Simon broke the silence, his tone cool and slightly bored as he shot Alex a sidelong glance. “Sorry to interrupt your moment in the spotlight. The suspects are all in. We figured we’d drop them at the command center—just checking another box for you.” His casual demeanor contrasted sharply with the gravity of the situation.

However, the true spectacle came next. A new wave of officers entered, each carefully carrying clear, sealed evidence boxes. Inside these boxes were bronze vessels, jade ornaments, and gold-inlaid arrowheads, their brilliance illuminated under the harsh fluorescent lights, exuding an air of importance and weight.

These were the very artifacts Alex had recently displayed on the screen, but now there were piles more, each one appearing flawless and significant. A profound silence engulfed the command center—one could have heard a pin drop.

All traces of confidence evaporated from Alex’s face, replaced by a ghostly pallor as realization struck him like a physical blow. He stood there, utterly dumbfounded, grappling with the enormity of what was unfolding before him.

Simon strode confidently to the front of the room, ignoring Alex entirely. He snapped off a crisp salute to Gordon, his voice steady and authoritative. “Reporting in, Gordon. All seven primary suspects involved in the murder of Professor Leonard Lee and the looting of the underwater tomb have been apprehended. Not a single one slipped through our fingers.”

He continued, “Twenty-eight key artifacts related to the case have been counted and recovered—most of them in excellent condition. The stash was buried in the old graveyard out by Hopewater Village.”

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