The Wife He Dumped, The Queen She Returned As novel Chapter 70

"No!" Chloe screamed, sprinting toward them like a madwoman.

But it all happened too fast. She could only watch in horror as the newly repaired headstone cracked and toppled over with a sickening crunch.

Her mind went entirely blank, the world spinning violently around her. She lunged forward, but several hands grabbed her from behind, yanking her back.

"Why are you doing this?!" she shrieked, her voice tearing. "He's already dead! He just wants to rest in peace! Why won't you let him go?"

Chloe completely broke down. Tears streamed down her face as she thrashed and fought with everything she had. In her blurred state, the men pinning her down didn't even look human anymore—they were absolute monsters.

"Hold her tight! Don't let her do anything stupid!"

A few of the men shoved her back. She jerked her head up, her vision swimming with tears, but she glared at them, burning each of their faces into her memory.

These weren't random local thugs. They were wearing police uniforms.

Jeremiah Gordon stood there with a dark expression, brandishing a document. He barked at her, "Stop making a scene! We're operating strictly by the book. The property owner already signed the construction consent form. What the hell are you throwing a fit for?"

"I never signed that!" Mr. Lynch was trembling so violently he could barely stand. "You grabbed my hand and forced my fingerprint onto the paper!"

Jeremiah sneered. "Nothing but backwards hicks out here. People like you are a disgrace to this county. All these witnesses saw you sign it, and you're trying to frame the police?"

"Yeah!" one of his men chimed in. "The money was deposited right into your account. If you were forced, why didn't you give it back?"

They relentlessly pressured him. Unable to defend himself against their lies, Mr. Lynch's blood pressure spiked. His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed stiffly to the dirt.

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