The Ex-Wife's Burning Elegance novel Chapter 38

The young officer nodded.

"Ms. Cameron," the interrogator continued, turning his attention to Stella, "a new eyewitness has come forward. We need to investigate this further, which means, unfortunately, you can't leave now."

An eyewitness? If there had been an eyewitness, the whole mess wouldn't have dragged on for so long. And now, out of nowhere, a witness had appeared.

Stella felt like she had sunk into an icy abyss, her whole body cold as stone. Whoever orchestrated this knew how to time their move, sending someone to point the finger at her, clearly with the intent to bury her. The sheer malice of it all was chilling to the bone.

The interrogator maintained a polite demeanor, but his voice held an undeniable authority. "Ms. Cameron, we need your cooperation for the investigation."

Stella quickly collected herself. "May I ask who the witness is?"

The officer shook his head. "I'm sorry, but we can't disclose the information for the witness' safety. If you have objections, you can contact a lawyer or call a friend to bail you out."

Everything was happening too fast. Stella hadn't even had a moment to think about getting a lawyer.

Antoney got caught in a media frenzy, and she couldn't drag him into this. Abby was too naive to handle someone like Haynes. One wrong word, and she might be in trouble, too.

Was Haynes waiting for her to admit guilt, ready to keep her locked up until she did? A hint of irony flickered in Stella's eyes.

She lowered her long lashes, her voice calm. "I understand."

As the officer was about to escort Stella to the holding room, a smooth, deep voice, rich and resonant like a cello, broke the tense atmosphere. "Ms. Cameron."

Stella looked up. A man in a crisp white shirt stood casually not far away. He was strikingly handsome, with a relaxed, almost nonchalant air. His slightly open shirt collar hinted at a rebellious streak.

His lips curved into a flawlessly calibrated smile, and his deep eyes resembled cherry blossoms drifting on a dark pond—captivating yet perilous.

"Mr. Connolly?" Stella was surprised. "What are you doing here?"