When Love Becomes a Cage (Melanie) novel Chapter 57

The cops had all the needed evidence, and Kayla was at a loss for words.

After all, the Patterson Group was currently using designs that Jade had created. It was an undeniable fact, supported by Kayla's previous collaborators, who could vouch for those submitted designs.

Kayla wept pitifully in the police station, but I remained expressionless.

Clyde was extremely restless, frantically calling the Patterson Group's lawyer to try and get Kayla bailed out.

After hanging up, he glared at me, seething, "Melanie, how can you be so cruel?"

"No crueler than your mistress stealing trade secrets." I rolled my eyes at him, then grabbed Jade, who was about to explode. Arguing with Clyde in the police station was the last thing we needed.

Massaging his temples, Clyde didn't argue back, seemingly conceding Kayla might indeed be capable of such a deed. His thought process baffled me. Having been in the industry for so long, he was well aware of the taboos. How could he let Kayla off the hook like that?

I looked away, letting him rant until the cops intervened.

"Sir, your assistant has indeed stolen trade secrets. I would advise against threatening the complainant," one officer warned him, adding, "Especially since she's your wife."

It seemed our frequent visits had made our story well-known among the police.

A mistress copying the designs of the legit wife's friend sounded less like business trouble and more like a messy love triangle.

I faced Clyde with a stoic expression. "Jade is the victim here. These are her designs, not her company's. You might want to get Kayla to come clean. After all, confessing might lighten her sentence."

If Kayla was convicted, she was looking at time behind bars. It wasn't a minor issue. Though discarded by Jade, the designs could still be valued at millions on the market, enough to put Kayla into prison for years.

The awkwardness was palpable when Clyde's lawyer arrived, but he still accompanied Clyde to talk to the police bravely.

I wasn't privy to what they discussed, but the police hoped for a resolution.

Once in the interrogation room, Kayla's tears flowed freely, yet her gaze at me was thick with resentment. "I had no idea. Hank said those were his designs. I merely bought some blueprints for the company. Clyde, someone's jealous of us and is framing me. Please, don't believe her."