The Promise Of Happiness

Chapter 1149

Over at Luna Palace, Cynthia was practicing calligraphy when she learned about the news from Demi.

Her hand froze instantly. The excess ink in her pen seeped through the paper.

After a short pause, she regained her composure and gave Demi a baffling look. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely,” Demi replied. “Her arrest hasn't been announced publicly, but I got this information from a reliable source. I wouldn't have told you if it was an unverified rumor, Lady Cynthia.”

“Got it.” Cynthia put aside her pen.

Beneath her deadpan expression, she was overwhelmed by emotions on the inside. If Natalie is found guilty of drug trafficking in Loang, she'll face capital punishment. The fact that the cops have nabbed Natalie means they have evidence against her. At this point, nobody will care if the evidence is credible or fabricated anymore.

Cynthia was pleased with the outcome. It's time for Natalie to pay back what her mother had done to me.

A few seconds later, Cynthia started laughing hollowly.

Somehow, Demi could feel that Cynthia was laughing to vent her hatred and she could not wrap her head around it.

“You can leave now.”

“Understood.” After trying to process her thoughts for a few seconds, Demi came to her senses and left the room.

Cynthia picked up the stained paper and glanced at the words she had written on top.

Overwhelmed by mixed feelings, she crumpled the paper with intense hatred in her eyes. Jen, I'm surprised you survived the ordeal and sought refuge in Chanaea. You chose to stay in a faraway land instead of returning to your home country. But in the end, your daughter still returned to Loang—the country you escaped from years ago!

Cynthia continued squeezing the paper so hard that her fingernails sank into it.

She gritted her teeth and muttered, “I won't let her off the hook. Just you wait!”

Meanwhile, the cops did not lock Natalie up at the police station.

Since her arrest was related to drugs, she was put away in a special interrogation unit.

After changing into the outfit provided by the cops, Natalie was locked within four walls with no light and windows.

Not only did the cops cuff her limbs, but they also removed her accessories and confiscated her communication device.

Clad in a grey outfit, she could only sit quietly in the confined space.

There was not even a clock she could refer to in the pitch-black room. It was so quiet that she could hear her breathing, heartbeat, and the sound of her swallowing the fluid lodged in her throat.

She was all alone in total darkness.

After a long time, she finally saw a glimpse of light when two uniformed men entered the room.

“Your name,” the leader asked with an unamused expression. He sounded as though he was about to draw his gun and point it at her forehead.

Natalie lifted her head and shot daggers at the man. “Natalie Nichols.”

“When we're carrying out our routine inspection, we found controlled substances in Dream's warehouse.” The man then tossed a few photos and raised his voice. “I can call it controlled substances, but we all know they're illegal drugs! How dare you smuggle drugs to Loang? Do you know drug trafficking is punishable by death?”

The interrogator exerted intense psychological pressure on her.

Besides being confrontational, the man adjusted the table lamp and aimed the light at Natalie's eyes. The intense light beam caused her to shed tears uncontrollably since her eyes had been accustomed to the darkness. Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Refusing to answer his question, Natalie kept her eyes shut.

The man slammed on the stainless steel desk. “Natalie Nichols, we found evidence in your warehouse. What say you?”

Natalie remained silent. Is this all they can do? Why should I plead guilty if I didn't do anything? No one can force me to confess a crime I've not committed.

The teary-eyed Natalie opened her eyes and glared at the man. She refused to give in. “The photos may be real, but I didn't do it. I'm innocent.”