The Wife You Buried Is Back from Hell novel Chapter 1363

Ella's hand hung frozen in mid-air. It was only when Alexander's men ruthlessly shoved her back that she finally realized the people flanking him weren't his usual corporate security.

They were wearing sharp, official uniforms, exuding an undeniable aura of authority. Their eyes were sharp as hawks as they scanned the chaotic office.

Ella's stomach plummeted. A bone-chilling dread crawled up her spine, and her fingertips began to tremble uncontrollably.

Alexander strolled over to the desk, his gaze casually sweeping over the scattered documents. Some of the papers were still stained from a coffee mug she had smashed earlier, the ink bleeding like ugly, jagged scars.

He casually pulled out a chair and sat down. His movements were unhurried, his long, elegant fingers resting on the back of the chair, lightly tapping against the cold leather.

He didn't even bother looking at Ella, keeping his eyes fixed on the view outside the window in dead silence.

"Mr. Davidson," Ella's voice wavered despite the stiff smile she forced onto her face. "What is the meaning of this? Did you bring these people here just to scare me?"

Alexander finally turned his head, his gaze landing on her.

There was zero warmth in his eyes. He looked at her as if she were an insignificant stranger, or perhaps a prisoner about to be thrown into the abyss.

He said nothing, simply lifting his chin a fraction of an inch.

The captain of the Economic Crimes Division immediately stepped forward, flashing his badge. His voice boomed through the room with absolute authority. "Ms. Ella, we are from the city's Economic Crimes Bureau."

"You are currently suspected of deep involvement in the illegal fundraising and money laundering operations orchestrated by Vanguard Technologies' former CEO, Harold Chapman. We are taking you in for questioning."

As soon as the words left his mouth, several officers stepped up, slamming a stack of investigation notices and search warrants right onto Ella's desk.

The stark black ink and bright red official stamps felt like needles piercing her eyes.

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