Substitute Marriage: Reborn As The Top Big-Shot

Afra rolled her eyes and swung her legs onto the table. “How am I not cooperating? I already told you everything I know, but you don’t believe me. What more can I do? What exactly do you want me to say? That I killed someone?”

She wasn’t afraid; she hadn’t killed anyone.

Faced with such an uncooperative witness, the interrogating officer, Ian, reluctantly continued. “Where were you between 7:00 pm and 10:00 pm last night?”

“I was…” She paused and flashed him a seductive smile. “…sleeping with a client. Do you want me to give you more details about how I entertained him?”

Experienced in this line of work, Afra was able to talk suggestively without blushing or losing her composure.

After finishing her statement, she threw a flirtatious glance at young officer Ian.

“If you want to hear it, I can tell you in private.”

Ian slapped the table angrily. “Afra Gracen! Get serious!”

Afra huffed. “Am I not being serious? You asked me, and I answered truthfully. But now you’re accusing me of not being serious. What do you want from me? Just give me a standard answer, and I’ll use that.”

At this moment, Ling knocked on the door from the side.

Ian stood up. “Ling.”

Ling nodded. “What’s the progress?”

Ian’s face darkened. “She is not cooperating!”

Upon hearing this, Afra immediately protested. “Officer, I’ve already told you everything. Yes, my job is unusual, but you can’t discriminate against me!”

Ling walked over to Afra. “As far as I know, James is your recently acquired husband.”

“Yeah,” Afra looked at Ling. “What about it?”

Ling frowned slightly. “Your newlywed husband was brutally murdered, and as his wife, you don’t seem the least bit upset?”

“We didn’t really have much affection for each other, so why should I be sad?” Afra continued, “Just because he’s dead doesn’t mean I can’t find someone else, does it?”

Besides, she had only been attracted to James’s money in the first place.

If it weren’t for James mentioning that he owned property in Capital City, Afra wouldn’t have agreed to marry him.

“How did you meet James?”

“We met in bed,” Afra replied.

Upon hearing this, even Ling couldn’t help frowning.

“You better behave yourself,” Viola Thompson leaned forward, her hands on the table, her captivating eyes fixated on Afra, exuding an oppressive atmosphere. “This is a police station, not your home. If you don’t cooperate, once we finish here, we will investigate your entire life and dig up the truth. By then, your friends and relatives may find out about your current situation. So think carefully before you answer.”

At this, Afra hesitated.

She looked at Viola nervously, swallowing hard.

“Are you trying to intimidate me?”

Viola curved her lips into a smile void of warmth, which only made Afra more anxious.

“The door is open. If you want to leave, you can do so right now.”

At this, Ling immediately moved to open the door, cooperating with Viola.

Snap.

The door opened.

A beam of light streamed in from the outside.

Afra turned her head to look outside and thought about Viola’s words ‘we will dig up your entire life.’ How could she possibly leave now?

Afra looked at Viola. “I was wrong in my attitude earlier, and I apologize.”

Although she didn’t see her job as shameful,

She still didn’t want her friends and family to find out about it.

Especially those from her hometown.

In front of close friends and relatives, people still value their reputation.

It has to be said that Viola had hit her right where it hurt.

Upon finishing her sentence, Afra quietly pulled her feet off the table, straightened up her posture, and made sure not to offend Viola.

She resembled a naughty school kid in front of the teacher.

Feeling fear and awkwardness.

Seeing this, Ling looked at Viola, her eyes full of surprise.

This girl had astonished her once again.

The imposing aura emanating from Viola was something even the police officers in the room lacked.