The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin)

Chapter 504 Confession; someone is convicted

In the office of the National Investigation Bureau.

Malcolm was reviewing the recent interrogation testimony of everyone.

Levi knocked on the door and came in, standing at the open space in front of his office table.

"Mr. Malcolm."

Malcolm didn't even raise his head, remained rea the testimony sheet in his hand, and inquired with his

low tone, "What for?"

Levi had his hands clasped behind his back, "Mr. Malcolm, you've been locking Mr. Shane in the

interrogation room for two days. He is, after all, the deputy director. And recently he had an accident at

home. His mother ..."

"Cut the crap." Malcolm gave him an impatient look, "If you can't explain what you're here for in five

sentences, prepare for the devil training in my office this afternoon."

Levi was flabbergasted.

The last time when Shane was left in Malcolm's office and tortured for an afternoon, he knew exactly

what happened, and it was him who carried Shane back to the Callahan Residence afterwards.

For this kind of torture, he could not afford to suffer.

He held out his fingers, alertly began counting sentences, and was about to speak when Malcolm

coldly reminded.

"You've just said four sentences. You only have the chance to say the last one."

Where did he say four sentences? Did he pause and it was counted as one?

Knowing Malcolm's character, he did not dare to argue but was straight to the point, "According to the

rules, Mr. Shane is after all a civil servant and has bereavement, if you can't prove that he is indeed

related to the case within three days, you have to release him back to deal with the funeral."

He finished his words in the same breath, not daring to have a single pause.

It was not until he finished that he took a long breath, as if he had come to life.

Malcolm raised his eyes, remained calm, gazed at him, and sneered, "It's only been two days. He

hasn't even been lynched. So soon you're impatient."

Levi tried to argue, "Mr. Malcolm, Mr. Shane ..."

"Get out and tell Shane that by off duty, if there's still no progress on the case, I'll release him to go

back and deal with his mother's affairs first."

"Okay, thanks Mr. Malcolm for being considerate."

Levi respectfully bowed, turned around and left Malcolm's office.

Just as he left, Chad arrived.

Malcolm continued to read the record in his hand, glanced at Chad, and did not raise his eyes.

Chad walked right up to him and handed something forward to him.

Malcolm then put down the record in his hand and took a look.

It was a complete clear glass tube.

He took it to examine it closely and looked up to see Chad.

Chad had a silly smile on his face which showed that he begged for praise, "Bro, I got it out of Timothy."

Malcolm's dark eyes gazed at him, "What did you tell Timothy that he could confess so quickly?" C0pyright © 2024 Nôv)(elDrama.Org.

He smiled mysteriously, "Be motive and reasonable at the same time. I have checked all his recent

whereabouts. I found that although he and Shane brothers, there is a grudge. He simply can not afford

to be provoked."

Malcolm, who had always been unsmiling at work, looked at Chad with a rare smile of relief.

"Well done, expand on that in detail."

"Okay."

Being complimented, Chad smiled happily.

He cleared his throat and began to state with a straight look, "Timothy said it was the day after the

party. When he came home, he accidentally found Tom land-filled things in the backyard with all the

bodyguards and servants. He felt it suspicious, so ..."

Malcolm listened attentively and fiddled with his watch.

When Chad finished his words, he sneered, "Since Shane is impatient in the interrogation room, then

all these bad things will be solved within today. If he wants to get out of acquittal, I'm afraid it will

happen his next life."

He straightened his uniform collar. His eyes were stern, and he got up and headed out the door.

"Come on, let's go visit Tom."

*

Tom was handcuffed and sent to the suspect room for the first time.

Malcolm said he wanted to interrogate him personally, but ended up having him brought to the suspect

room and then waited for the entire morning.

In the dark suspect room, there was only a dim lamp overhead and the walls were dark. It was quiet

and he was alone.

Because the light was not bright, it brought a very strong and oppressive feeling.

He had already sweated and slightly mentally deflated. That was so tortured.

He didn't know how long he would have to stay here.

The large metal door of the suspect room opened.

Malcolm walked in with a leisurely stance, took the main seat and looked at Tom from a few meters

away.

Tom asked in fear, "Mr. Malcolm, why did you arrest me? I don't know anything."

Malcolm looked and found it interesting, "Everyone who comes here says they don't know anything and

eventually can't stand the onslaught and chooses to confess. Are you going to just confess, or follow

the process?"

Tom was stunned, with his legs shaking uncontrollably.

He desperately tried to calm himself down.

Mr. Shane said that Malcolm was deceitful and cunning. Once Malcolm thought that he was suspected,

all kinds of psychological tactics would be used.

Not a word could be trusted.

"Mr. Malcolm, you can ask me anything. I will answer honestly, not daring to conceal anything."

"Okay, here's your promise. If you change your mind later, I will not spare you easily."

He softly said those with his low voice but sounded threatening.

Tom swallowed and nodded his head.

Chad was sitting next to Malcolm. With his laptop in front of him, he made a detailed record to Tom's

deposition.

Malcolm went straight to the point, "The shards of glass in the backyard had been identified as new

and unstained. Were the servants assigned to do anything the day after the party?"

Tom froze, with his sweat instantly sliding down his cheeks.

"Why do you ask that?"

Malcolm fondled his watch and asked, "You're not the only one in the Callahan family who knows the

truth. Someone next door has already told the truth. You're going to keep it to yourself?"

Tom's fits were clenched abruptly, "Who is it? Which one of the Callahan family dares to talk nonsense

and throw dirt on Mr. Shane!"

Malcolm raised his eyebrows coldly, "When did I say that it was about Shane?"

Tom was wordless.

Malcolm laughed lightly, "Yes, he is the patriarch of the Callahan family. You did the big cleanup and

destruction. Of course, you were at his beck and call."

Tom lowered his head, "Mr. Malcolm, you're joking, right? Mr. Shane is easy-going. He's usually busy

and does not often bother about the servants. As for such a small thing as cleaning the villa, he did not

care."

Malcolm did not retort but went along with the trend, "Yes, so he left all this to you and pulled you into

this mess too."

Tom was confused: "What?"

"I know you helped Shane with a lot of things.if you don't answer honestly, you'll be guilty with him. He's

got a lot of charges on him. Are you sure you don't want to be honest and try to get leniency?"

"I, I really don't know. Mr. Malcolm, you know, it's really none of my business."

Malcolm didn't bother to talk to him and took out an intact glass tube with residual clear liquid

underneath.

After Tom saw what it was, his eyes instantly widened. He felt too horrified to speak.

Malcolm coldly observed his expression and took out another glass tube which contained full of clear

liquid, the one Anthony had stolen.

"A professional appraiser has compared the liquid Anthony stole from the penthouse to the one

Callahan Residence was preparing to destroy in the backyard."

Tom felt it doomed and sweated a lot.

Chad added, "Tom, Mr. Malcolm chose to personally cross-examine you. It's to give you an opportunity.

We already knew the truth. If you insist on not telling, you can only be considered an accomplice. The

rest of your life will be served in prison."

He was only helping to order the servants to do their work. And he was to be sentenced to life?

Tom was completely panicked, "I say it! I'll tell you everything! As the butler, I signed the employment

agreement. I can only listen to my employer. It's not my business!"