The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge
Chapter 1992

Chapter 1992

In the interrogation room, Ian sat silently next to Steven.

His eyes were bright, glistening with unshed tears, as he watched Steven transform into a formidable shield, protecting him from the harsh interrogation.

If it weren't for the fact that Ian had a girl he liked, he might have fallen for Steven right there and then. Although Steven looked calm, he felt deeply uneasy. The entire situation seemed suspicious.

The police seemed eager to blame Ian, worried he might expose their true motives. Even simple drug possession as a buyer carried a minimum 6-month sentence.

Any conviction, no matter how minor, would be a devastating blow to Ian's career as the chief secretary to the president of the Salvador Corporation, effectively ruining his future.

In a separate room, Horace, the Southern Star Syndicate Gang member who sold drugs to lan, was having a private conversation with his lawyer, Peter Lang.

"The Southern Star Syndicate strictly prohibits its members from getting involved with drugs. You're well aware of this. However, your recent actions have made Mr. Jenkins extremely furious," Peter said, his expression grim.

Thinking of Watson's ruthless reputation, Horace turned as pale as a sheet, trembling so much that his chair creaked.

"Mr. Jenkins has given you two options. One, you take all the blame yourself. Tell the police that the drugs were yours, and you secretly placed them in lan's pocket out of spite. This whole thing was your doing, and lan had nothing to do with it."

Horace was so angry that his eyes turned red, but he dared not speak out. Peter had even crafted a confession for him. Southern Star Syndicate's lawyers were not to be trifled with.

"If you refuse, surviving in prison will be the least of your worries. Your sixty-year-old mother and your unmarried brother back in the countryside will be in danger too. If you comply, Mr. Jenkins will ensure your family is well taken care of. If you don't, they'll all join you in the afterlife."

Hearing this, Horace turned ashen and nodded vigorously, "I'll take the blame! I'll confess! Please ask Mr. Jenkins not to harm my mother and brother. I'll admit to anything!"

Peter nodded in satisfaction before asking, "Mr. Jenkins also wants to know if anyone instructed you to frame Ian. Who put you up to this? If you confess, I can help reduce your sentences."

"There was no one instructing me," Horace admitted truthfully. "Ian came around my place for three days in a row without looking for any prostitutes. I suspected he wanted some meds, so I approached him. He was cautious at first, just asking about drugs. It took a while before I finally sold it to him. No one put me up to this... I just can't believe how unlucky I was that the cops showed up right then!"

Peter raised an eyebrow. "Meds? Is that what you call them?"

Horace grabbed his hand like a lifeline, pleading, "Please explain to Mr. Jenkins! I was using this stuff to make money on the side... But it's just medicine! It's not even real drugs!"

The police handling the case were stunned when, within half an hour, Horace took back everything he had said earlier. He insisted that Ian was innocent and that he alone was to blame. It was obvious the attorney had influenced him to take all the blame.

Without the nightclub's surveillance footage from that night and with the witness retracting his statement, Ian was eventually granted bail. However, he was not allowed to leave Savrow and had to be available for police questioning for the next month.