Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)
Chapter 238

Chapter 238 Detained

Even though I was somewhat prepared, I was still startled when the police suddenly barged in. While still holding the phone, I instinctively hung up and put it away.

I nodded at the police officer in front of me and said,

The police officer nodded slightly and said, "Let's go."

After that, he made way for me.

"Okay."

I pursed my lips and followed them, my mind racing to figure out what to do next. I had to ensure that Inch, who had been innocently dragged into this mess, would not be implicated.

Why did Moore suddenly report me? She had been with the police for such a long time, and even when I last visited her, she did not seem to have any intention of reporting me. Why report me now?

She was the one who set me up. If it were not for Inch's appearance, I would not have gotten away from this mess in the first place. Later, Noah's body disappeared, and she had no evidence, so she played dumb about it. Why suddenly bring this up now?

Did she find out about the location of the body?

My mind was in turmoil, and I could not understand the reasons behind all this. Could this be because of that Billy guy? Why did he suddenly meet with Moore? What was his relationship with her?

At the police station, I could not unravel the intricacies of the situation. After getting out of the car, I was taken straight to an interrogation room.

Inside the interrogation room, I sat in a four-walled closed room. The only thing in front of me was a square table; there was nothing else.

A few minutes later, a man in a police uniform came in and sat in the chair opposite me.

Looking at me, he began, "Yvette Scott, correct?"

I nodded.

He gazed at me with a serious expression and asked, "Do you know why we brought you here?"

I pursed my lips and replied, "No."

He furrowed his brows, squinting his eagle-like eyes at me, and said, "Our officers clearly informed you when they brought you here. You were brought here because someone reported you for murder and hiding a body. If you didn't know, why'd you follow the police?"

He was aggressive, and if I had not experienced hell five years ago, I would have been afraid in the face of this oppression. However, at this moment, I was very calm, perhaps even too composed. I merely looked at him and said, "What your people had told me is that I'm being accused of murder and hiding a body, but I've never done that. Nevertheless, because your procedures are in order, I'm here to cooperate with you.'

I emphasized the word cooperate.

The man seemed slightly taken aback as if he had not expected me to be so calm. He remained

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silent for a few seconds and then asked, "Okay, let's talk about Noah Lanier. Do you know him?

I nodded. "I do."

He followed up, "Is he dead?"

"He's dead," I replied, still very calm.

However, the police officer on the other side was no longer as calm. He tightened his grip on the pen and paused for a moment before continuing, "How did he die?" "Moore Scott killed him," I answered truthfully.

The police officer furrowed his brow. "Moore? The woman who reported you

I nodded, my expression still very calm.

for murder?"

He squinted, seemingly contemplating and trying to determine the truth of what I was saying. He asked, "How did she kill him? Do you have any evidence?"

I shook my head. "She used a knife about three inches long to stab Noah in the back while he was distracted. Noah died instantly."

The police officer pursed his lips. "No evidence?"

"No,"

I replied truthfully. I really did not have any evidence, or I would have reported it to the police right away when it happened.

Upon hearing this, the police officer sighed deeply and asked, "So, where is Noah's body?"

I shook my head. "I don't know. I was drugged by Moore at the time and passed out."

Everything I said was a factual account.

I could not judge whether the police officer believed me or not.

After a moment of silence, the police officer looked at me and said, "Yvette, based on your and Moore's statements, our preliminary assessment at the police department is that the victim Noah, is dead, and both you and Moore are suspected of murder and hiding a body. You'll stay at the police station for the next 24 hours to cooperate with us in locating Noah's body and determining the cause of his death."

I had already guessed this would happen when Officer Jackson called me. Faced with this outcome, I simply nodded slightly and responded, "Sure."

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