His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire (Evadne and Thaddeus) novel Chapter 830

In the interrogation room.

Gordon sat silently next to Jason, watching him become an impenetrable fortress of ice, shielding him from the brunt of the storm, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

He'd be crying if it weren't for the fact that he had a girl he fancied.

If it wasn't for her, he'd almost be falling for Jason!

Jason kept his cool on the surface, but inside, his heart was racing.

The whole situation reeked of something fishy. The cops seemed almost too eager to pin this on Gordon, as if they were afraid he'd make a miraculous comeback.

Drug possession, even as a buyer with a small amount, could land you in the slammer for at least six months!

A conviction, even a minor one, would be like a nuclear blast to Gordon's career as the chief secretary of the Abernathy Group. His future would be destroyed in an instant!

In another room.

Harry, the S-Star Group lackey who sold the drugs to Gordon, was in a private chat with Hogan.

"The S-Star Group strictly prohibits its members from dabbling in drugs, you know that. What you did has made Mark extremely angry," Hogan glowered at him.

The thought of Mark, who was as strict as they come and not one to shy away from brutality, turned Harry's face ashen, shaking so much that his chair squeaked in protest.

"Mark's given you two choices. One, you take the fall all by yourself. Tell the cops you pushed the drugs on Mr. Gordon. When he didn't bite, you got pissed and slipped it into his suit pocket. From start to finish, it's all on you, nothing to do with Mr. Gordon."

Harry's eyes reddened with anger, but he was too scared to speak out.

They had even crafted his confession for him. Those S-Star Group lawyers were no joke!

"If you don't agree, well, whether you make it out of jail alive is another matter. And then there's your elderly mother, and your brother back home still single. If you play ball, Mark will look after your family. If you don't, he'll make sure you're all reunited down below."

Upon hearing this, Harry's world spun, and he nodded furiously,

"I'll take the fall! I confess! Please ask Mark not to harm my mom and brother! I'll take whatever blame there is!"

Satisfied, Hogan nodded and then asked coldly, "Mark also wants to know if you were set up to frame Mr. Gordon. Who's the puppet master behind you? If you confess, I'll do my best to get your sentence reduced."

"Truly there was no one," Harry rushed to confess, "The guy came to my joint for three days straight, didn’t partake in anything, just snooped around. I suspected he wanted to score, so I approached him. He was cautious at first, kept asking about the stuff. I watched him for a while before I made the deal. No one told me to do it. It's just, why on earth did the cops come busting in on the day of the deal? Talk about bad luck!"

Hogan frowned, "The stuff? Is that slang for the drugs?"

Harry clung to his hand like a lifeline, pleading desperately, "Please, explain it to Mark for me! I-I did use it to make a little extra on the side, but it's medicine! It's not drugs!"

The cops handling the case couldn't believe it.

In just half an hour, Harry had completely overturned his previous statements, insisting that it had nothing to do with Gordon, that it was all him.

Anyone could guess that his lawyer had said something to make him take all the blame. Since the police couldn't obtain the nightclub's surveillance footage from that night and the witness testimony was compromised, Gordon was successfully released on bail. However, for the next month, he couldn't leave Elmsworth and had to be available for police inquiries at all times.

Having narrowly escaped this predicament, Gordon stepped out of the interrogation room with an unchanged expression, but his legs inside his dress pants were trembling.

Thaddeus had saved his hide once again!

Oh, the emotional toll! He deserved a raise!

To avoid suspicion, Evadne left through the back door of the station, while Thaddeus and Jason, acting as Gordon's attorney, escorted him out the front.

Strangely, they expected a horde of reporters to be waiting outside, but there was no one.

Jason scratched his head, "No crowd? I had my spiel all ready."

"Seems like someone got the tip-off that Gordon was released without charge, so no need to bribe the press to come for a free whitewash," Thaddeus said, his gaze sharp and his demeanor icy.

"Damn vultures," Jason cursed, unable to contain his anger.

"I've already notified the Abernathy Group's PR department to work overtime tonight to pull the hot searches and manage public opinion, minimizing the impact."

Thaddeus' eyes were calm as he continued, "First thing tomorrow, the Abernathy Group's legal department will issue a statement. Any media that reported on this tonight can expect a subpoena from the court."

Gordon lowered his head in guilt, "Mr. Thaddeus, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I didn’t get the goods, and nearly got myself locked up."

Thaddeus' gaze softened and his voice deepened, "Let's talk when we get back."

Just then, a car honked.

The three men looked up to see two sleek black Mercedes-Benz cars speeding toward them, pulling up with authority.

The lead car's window rolled down to reveal Evadne's face,

"Thaddeus!"

Lionel nodded gravely, "Yes, he was not only using it but also peddling it among our ranks."

"That's one bad batch."

Evadne, recalling the horrific scene of the man's death, clenched her heart, "Whether it's a narcotic or not is beside the point. It's proven lethal."

"Gosh, such a shame! I had just gotten my hands on the stuff when I got pinched. I failed the task you entrusted me with." Gordon began to wallow in self-blame again.

Thaddeus reassured him with a calm demeanor, "No harm done. Your safety is what matters most."

Gordon looked like he was about to cry pearls of gratitude.

Lionel, lips pressed together, reached into his suit and pulled out a small plastic bag, setting it on the coffee table,

"This here is the 'medicine' they're all talking about. Took me a hell of an effort to get my hands on it. This little bag costs more than street drugs!"

Evadne immediately picked it up and examined it closely under the light.

Deep blue pills with the letter 'd' embossed on them.

"I'll get this analyzed when we're back, see what's actually in it. Uncle Lionel, make sure your people understand they need to steer clear of this stuff. Inform everyone in S-Star Group—this thing's a ticking time bomb!"

"Please don't be so polite!"

Lionel was quick to protest, the gang leader suddenly sheepish, "Ms. Evadne, please, just Lionel. If Ms. Aviana hears you, she'll think I'm taking advantage of you and I'll be in the doghouse."

Thaddeus mused quietly, "The person who introduced it to Elmsworth must've touted it as a medicinal substance, not a drug. A perfect cover story for the cops, no legal repercussions. That's why it spread like wildfire, so brazenly."

"And there's another odd thing."

Lionel's mind was racing, "When this 'medicine' first popped up in Elmsworth, I sent my guys to sniff around. High-end clubs, those young celebs, even the big nightclubs under S-Star's thumb—none of them had seen this stuff. It's like it's not even on the market, yet a bunch of our people have been exposed. Damn it, it's not like we're monopolizing it, right?"

A drug, sudden deaths, a specific circle of people.

Evadne's mind whirred, and she gripped Thaddeus' hand tightly.

Thaddeus felt her icy palm and covered it with his, comforting her, "Evadne, what's wrong?"

"Could it be someone’s using people to experiment with drugs in secret?"