Chapter 431

Chapter 431 "Ms. Holt, we've received a report accusing you of hiring thugs to assault and publicly humiliate someone. You need to come with us to the station for questioning." Giselle had expected this, though Anne's speed in filing a report still surprised her. But the police station was nothing new to her. She didn't resist, calmly stepping into the patrol car. At the station, she lounged back in her chair, relaxed, answering every question with casual ease. The interrogation dragged on for about three hours.

The officers combed through her recent call logs, social media activity , and demanded detailed accounts of where she had been at each moment that night. Giselle responded openly and clearly, leaving no room for suspicion. By the end, they had nothing-no shreds of evidence tying her to Anne's beating. They had no choice but to release her without charges. The next morning , Giselle sat in her office , unable to resist placing a call to Sophia. She invited her over. "Anne's mess last night-was that you?" Giselle asked bluntly. Sophia arched her brow.

"What do you think?" ---- Giselle was silent for a long moment and said, "I think you moved too fast." Sophia accepted a glass of water from the secretary , Elowen Carris, took a sip, and said coolly, "She was heading to Zach's villa again. I wasn't about to let her get that far." "Did the police bother you?" "They did," Sophia said with a cold smile. "But I know how to stay clean. That slut isn't dead or crippled. She just got roughed up by a few women." Giselle nodded , keeping her tone detached. "As long as you don't face criminal charges, that's all that matters." "Relax.

Teaching sluts a lesson is my specialty. Those women already had records. I paid each of them 100 grand to take the blame. For people like that, spending a few months in detention to earn that kind of money is a bargain. Giselle gave her a long, measured smile. "Ms. Mitchell, have to admit-you're far more decisive than I am. You're sharper and more capable too. "Look at me-I've been sparring with her for so long without so muchas scratching her. Yet with a single move, you've taught her a brutal lesson. I'm honestly impressed.

Next time Irun into trouble, I'll have to come to you for advice." The praise made Sophia glow with pride. "You flatter me. Just keep me updated on that slut's whereabouts . I'll make sure she never gets near Zach again." ---- Giselle nodded. "Good." Her suspicion was confirmed. Sophia was reckless, blindly devoted to Zachary, and willing to risk everything for him. She was the perfect weapon against Anne. Giselle had only expected her to throw insults, maybe slap Anne around. She hadn't imagined Sophia would escalate so quickly, striking with such force right from the start.

After another ten minutes of small talk, Giselle wrapped up politely. "Alright then, Ms. Mitchell. I'm glad to count you as a friend. Let's stay in touch." "Of course," Sophia replied, more than willing to stay on good terms with Giselle for the sake of her place in the Kane family. "Let's grab dinner sometime." "gure." When the office finally fell quiet again, Giselle sank back onto the couch, closing her eyes in weary rest. But the peace didn't last. Elowen slipped in and reported, "Ms. Holt, there's a gentleman here asking to see you. He says he's Mr. Grayson, and he's a friend of yours."