Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 69

A hand with long, elegant fingers closed around her wrist, the grip so tight it sent a jolt of pain up her arm.

Yvonne spun around, her eyes meeting a pair of deep, dark irises.

Her heart hammered against her ribs.

Bennett. What was he doing here?

With his arrival, plainclothes officers seemed to materialize out of thin air. The alley descended into a brief, chaotic struggle, and moments later, the men were subdued.

“Sir, Mark got away. We only got one of them,” an officer reported to Bennett, his voice heavy with disappointment.

Bennett nodded silently, but his grip on Yvonne’s wrist never loosened.

She tried to pull away, but he only held tighter, as if intending to crush the bones.

Because she had interfered with a police operation, Yvonne had to go to the station for questioning.

Just before she stepped into the police car, Bennett finally let her go.

In the sterile interrogation room late that night, Yvonne sat facing the recording camera. A young male officer was taking her statement.

“Name, age, occupation. Why were you at the scene? What was the reason for the conflict with the suspect?” he asked, firing off the questions in rapid succession.

“Yvonne, eighteen, a student in the acting department at Istra Theater Academy. I’m in Vexel filming a movie…” As she was answering, the door opened.

Bennett walked in and sat down next to the officer. He held a lit cigarette between two fingers, the smoke curling around his face, obscuring his expression.

Yvonne glanced up at him. It was the first time she had seen him in uniform.

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