Bride of Retribution: Aloof Billionaire's Dominant Game

”When I arrived in Las Vegas, it wouldn’t be good to come empty-handed, so consider this a gift to the police department. A good citizen should do these things, and I hope the chief will accept it graciously,” Joshua Hughes laughed softly, and that laugh carried a hint of mockery, distracting the chief.

Joshua Hughes toyed with his suit button, and as his long fingers suddenly tugged forcefully, the button came off with a strong pull.

”Whether there’s coercion is clearly recorded here,” Joshua Hughes’ smile deepened, though it was tinged with arrogance and indifference.

The seemingly exquisite button actually recorded all their recent conversations, and the chief’s face turned ashen.

He realized that what he had just said could cost him his job, and it might cause him even more trouble.

”Even if I was a bit rash just now, Andrew’s three escorts outside the meeting room saw you enter, but shortly after you left, they went in, and Andrew was found dead inside. Joshua Hughes, you can’t escape this,” the chief shouted hysterically and madly.

He thought he had orchestrated a sudden attack that caught Joshua Hughes off guard, unable to prepare.

As long as the confession was signed, everything would be easy, but the situation reversed too quickly.

That statement that could have put Joshua Hughes in a deadlock now became favorable evidence that could land him in big trouble.

”This confession was prepared before I even came to the police station. Who instructed you to do this?” Joshua Hughes’ face suddenly darkened.

His eyes flashed sharply, and as his tone changed, the whole interrogation room was enveloped by his intimidating aura.

The police commissioner frowned; Andrew was an idiot—Joshua Hughes is not someone who would obediently sign like this.

He should have known there was something fishy here long ago.

The conversation recorded by the button clearly showed that Joshua Hughes was threatened and highlighted explicitly that the statement was not dictated by him upon his arrival but was prepared beforehand.

This gave the impression that Andrew was framing Joshua Hughes and that he was involved in Andrew’s murder case.

And most fatally, it dragged the entire police force of Las Vegas down.

If he didn’t give Joshua Hughes a satisfactory explanation, the entire police station would become a laughingstock.

”What I demand now is for this chief to properly explain who instructed him to fabricate that confession last midnight and for the Las Vegas police department to take full responsibility for the safety of my wife and me from now on. I will stay a few more days. Andrew was my friend, and I can’t let his death remain unexplained. These are small demands, which shouldn’t be a problem, right, Commissioner?” Joshua Hughes’ tall and robust figure always endowed an invisible sense of pressure, placing himself in the safest spot while throwing the hot potato into the police commissioner’s hands.

Witnessing the shift in circumstances, this man always reversed the situation at the most critical moment.

Joshua Hughes looked at the trembling chief in front of him; he didn’t want to resolve this matter privately.

Avery Jane may not understand his methods.

If someone dared to act like this years ago, the outcome would surely be terrifying, undoubtedly bloody and chilling.

However, she already knew about the matter; she had seen Andrew, so he had to solve it legally and publicly.

Lucky for him, his worthless life could still linger a few more days.

All the timings matched, and there were witnesses. The details in the confession are absolutely not coincidental. Had he not visited, perhaps Andrew wouldn’t have died so suddenly, or maybe someone already wanted his demise, but his arrival provided a perfect opportunity for that person.

Though they had only met twice, given their acquaintance, Joshua Hughes would absolutely not let him die in vain.

”Mr. Hughes, regarding the confession, I am deeply sorry, but until the murderer is caught, anyone remains suspect, and your suspicion is the greatest. Even if you wish to return to the Hughes Clan, I’m afraid you can’t just yet. However, Sir Hamilton volunteered to vouch for you, so you may leave for now. This recording merely proves you were coerced into signing, but it doesn’t prove you didn’t commit the murder. Based on witness testimonies, no one else entered that room except you, and only two people know what transpired during your talk—yourself and Andrew. Now that Andrew is dead, your suspicion is naturally the greatest, so I ask Mr. Hughes to understand. Of course, personally, I believe someone of your stature wouldn’t ruin their future, but I also have my duties,” the police commissioner said solemnly, as the police’s reputation was thoroughly tarnished by Andrew. He just wanted to maintain a bit of dignity before his subordinates; otherwise, how would these people regard their superior?