Chapter 209
ADRIAN’S POV
The officers nodded and stepped past me into the living room, the hard soles of their boots echoing sharply across the polished floor. For a moment, their presence seemed to clash against the calm luxury of the space
They glanced around, but it was barely more than a polite glance. Their eyes skimmed over the oil paintings on the walls, the sculpted vases, and the intricate patterns of the rug beneath their feet. A part of me couldn’t help but notice. I had spent years and a fortune curating this living room to perfection. Anyone stepping in for the first time usually took a moment to simply look.
But not them.
They moved with an unsettling certainty, barely hesitating before turning away from the living room entirely and heading straight for the hallway that led to my study. I watched them, my gaze narrowing, the practiced civility slipping just enough to reveal the edge of annoyance growing underneath.
They reached the study door and found it locked, just as it always was.
“Do you mind helping us with the key, sir?” one of the officers asked, his voice polite but clipped, as though we both knew this wasn’t really a request.
I didn’t answer right away. Instead, I turned slightly toward my maid, who stood a respectful distance behind me, hands folded neatly in front of her apron. I gave her a single nod. No words needed. She understood immediately, turning briskly on her heel and heading up the staircase to fetch the keys from my room.
“She’ll bring it down in a bit,” I said, my tone casual, though my eyes remained locked on the officers. “But I have to admit, I’m curious about something.”
They paused, looking at me.
“My house isn’t small,” I continued, my voice slow, controlled. “Even if I was hiding something, it could take you days to find it. Yet you two walk in here and head straight for my study, without checking so much as a single drawer in the living room. So tell me who gave you this leak?” I leaned back against the arm of the couch, folding my arms, a cold smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth.
The taller officer’s jaw tightened slightly, but he kept his voice neutral. “We’re not allowed to give out that information, sir. We’re just here to do our jobs. So if you would please open the door and let us do that…”
Before I could respond, the quiet clinking of metal on metal drew our attention. My maid was already coming back down the stairs, the keys dangling from her fingers. She crossed the living room quickly, her eyes lowered, and handed them to
- me.
I weighed the keys in my palm for a brief moment. This felt like an unnecessary performance like handing an actor his final prop before the curtain fell.
“This is just a waste of everyone’s time,” I said, almost to myself, before flicking the keys toward the shorter officer. He caught them midair, fumbling slightly, then turned to unlock the study door.
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I followed them in, stepping lightly over the threshold, and rested my back against the wall just inside the doorway. From here, I could see every movement they made: the way their eyes scanned the room, the tension in their shoulders, the flicker of doubt that crossed their faces when they saw nothing immediately incriminating.
I watched them closely, a small scoff escaping my lips. Whoever had sent them clearly didn’t know me well. Or didn’t know how careful I was about what stayed visible.
But then, something shifted.
One of the officers moved behind my desk, running his fingers almost absently along the underside. His brow furrowed, as if he’d felt something unusual.
My posture straightened from the wall, a subtle frown tugging at my forehead.
And then, in the silence of the study, there was a soft click.
It was so quiet, it might have gone unnoticed by anyone else. But I heard it immediately: the hidden mechanism I’d installed under the desk. A small button meant to open a concealed drawer built into the desk’s design, something only! was supposed to know about.
The officers froze, their gazes snapping toward me for the briefest of moments. Our eyes locked, mine sharp, calculating; theirs surprised, but determined.
Then, without speaking, they bent down and pulled the drawer open. The polished wood gave way, revealing what I kept hidden there: my laptop and a slim, black leather notebook.
“Wait,” I said, my voice dipping lower, slower. “What exactly are you trying to do?”
I blinked, processing the absurdity of the moment. “Let me get this straight,” I said, the edge of a humorless laugh in my
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voice. “You want to arrest me because your mysterious ‘lead‘ claims these two items my property, by the way at proof that I was involved in a murder case years ago?”
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