His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire? novel Chapter 829

The Abernathys hastily bid farewell to Hamilton, with Jason at the wheel, racing towards the police station!

“Thaddeus, have you been causing trouble again?”

With razor-sharp intuition, Evadne homed in on the crux of the matter, her furious gaze drilling into the man’s sullen face, “Do I not know the kind of man Gordon is? You tell him to go east, he wouldn’t dare head west. You tell him to chase off a stray dog, he wouldn’t dare scold a chicken. How could he possibly touch that stuff! Did you send him to buy it?”

Thaddeus gripped her slender fingers tightly, his eyes burning into hers, his chest feeling ablaze,

“Evadne, I did instruct him to buy it, but I never imagined he’d go himself.”

“Idiot!”

Jason, behind the wheel, was both anxious and furious, smacking the steering wheel hard, “Even those celebs in showbiz who want to get high send their agents, keeping several layers of distance, just to avoid ruining their careers with one false move. Gordon must be some kind of hero, personally going to buy, and right under the nose of the law! Does he think the Elmsworth PD is on a lunch break? They’ve been cracking down on vice recently, didn’t he know?”

Evadne’s palms were slick with sweat, her heart pounding heavily with unease, “And that’s not even the worst part. In Elmsworth, who doesn’t know Gordon is your right-hand man? If word of this gets out, regardless of whether Gordon takes all the blame, the world will assume you manipulated your secretary into buying drugs, or even suspect you're a secret addict!”

Thaddeus' brows were furrowed so deeply they carved canyons in his forehead, his eyes rimmed with red.

He wasn’t afraid of verbal sparring or underhanded plots; his only fear was that Gordon would do exactly as Evadne said, taking the fall for everything.

“If this blows up, Snakey Avery will probably be laughing himself awake in his dreams! Without lifting a finger, he'd win by his opponent’s foolish mistakes!”

Evadne, distressed to her core, dared not think deeper, “Thaddeus, if you needed that stuff, you could’ve told me. I could’ve asked Aviana; after all, she’s backed by the S-Star Group. Or you could’ve spoken to Jareth; he's got connections everywhere! But you shouldn't have kept this from me, and you certainly shouldn't have dragged Gordon into this mess. One wrong move, and you could take a serious fall!”

“I didn’t think this through,”

Thaddeus' hand, despite holding onto Evadne, felt cold, “Hit me, yell at me, take it out on me later. But right now, we have to get Gordon out of there.”

“Like I need you to tell me that!”

Evadne shot him a scathing look, struggling to pull her hand from his clammy grasp, but it was stuck fast.

At the police station.

Gordon and the man who sold him the drugs were locked in separate interrogation rooms, undergoing individual questioning.

No matter how much the police pressed, Gordon just sat there, expressionless, mechanically repeating one sentence,

“I won’t say anything until my lawyer arrives.”

“Heh, as if you have much to say.”

The officer grilling Gordon snickered derisively, his tone menacing, “We caught you red-handed with drugs on you, plus the confession from your dealer. The evidence against you is incontrovertible. Even if Mr. Thaddeus intervenes, you’re not walking out of here! Come clean now for a lighter sentence, or keep denying it and it'll just get worse for you!”

A second officer added pressure, “Investigations these days focus on hard evidence over confessions. Don’t think you can get off scot-free by staying silent. With solid evidence, we can still prosecute!”

Gordon’s heart pounded like a drum, yet he stubbornly held on, his face as calm as a still tide,

“I’ve been framed, and I want to see my lawyer!”

The officers gritted their teeth, ready to apply pressure for the nth time when the interrogation room door was flung open.

Jason, dressed sharply in a suit, entered with a stern expression, announcing with authority,

“I am Mr. Gordon's attorney, Jason. From this moment on, any questions you have can be directed at me, but my client has the right to remain silent!”

Gordon and Jason exchanged a knowing look, a glimmer of hope igniting in the gloom.

Meanwhile, in Aaron's office, the atmosphere was tense.

“This is a tough one for Mr. Gordon.”

Aaron sat on the edge of his desk, arms crossed, looking seriously at Thaddeus and Evadne, “Firstly, drugs were found on him, and Harry from the S-Star Group is adamant in his accusations, providing both witness and physical evidence. Secondly, with the recent crackdown, Mr. Gordon got caught in the crossfire. Wayne made it very clear that no stone should be left unturned in rooting out society's evils, regardless of background or status, and that all should be punished severely.”

“We must completely lock down the news about Gordon!” Evadne’s gaze was fierce.

Aaron shook his head in frustration, “Before you arrived, a few reporters came sniffing around for information, which we managed to chase off. But I believe the news has leaked; otherwise, how did the reporters catch wind of it? Even more troubling, the higher-ups, aware that Mr. Gordon is Thaddeus' man and considering my relationship with Thaddeus, have forbidden me from interfering with the case. The officers currently questioning him aren't my people. Even if I wanted to intervene, my hands are tied.”

Their expressions fell in silent agreement.

Both sensed that this whole affair was tainted with a hint of conspiracy.

“We must find a way to clear Mr. Gordon’s name, or at the very least get him released on bail. Otherwise, this fire will quickly spread to Thaddeus!” Aaron genuinely cared for Thaddeus as family, and his heart was full of concern.

“Having Jason step in as a lawyer is just buying time; it won’t solve the root problem.”

Evadne, usually so capable, was now visibly worried, her brows knitted tightly.

If only they knew, it was actually quite simple.

Gordon copped to the charges, adamantly denying that Thaddeus had anything to do with it, effectively snuffing out the flames of scandal.

But Gordon was no mere secretary; he was Thaddeus' right-hand man, a battle-hardened brother-in-arms, closer than family.

Thaddeus would rather step down from his CEO throne and take the fall himself than sacrifice Gordon to the cold clutches of a prison cell.

“So, if someone were to, let's say, provide a false testimony, or if the evidence chain were incomplete, Gordon could be released on bail, right?” Thaddeus, who had been brooding in silence, suddenly spoke with an icy edge.

Aaron nodded, “In theory, yes.”

“Then we start with that guy from S-Star Group.”

Thaddeus' handsome face took on a dark, terrifying cast, “I'll have someone intercept his lawyer, find a way to get a message to him.”

Evadne, her face a mask of shock, stared at the chilling aura emanating from the man beside her, her lips parted but no words forthcoming.

“Mr. Thaddeus, do you have any idea where you are right now? Do you know what I do for a living?” Aaron was frantic and furious, his mouth twitching, “I'm a police officer! You're talking about tampering with a witness, providing false testimony right in front of me—I could charge you with obstructing justice right now! There's no way I’m letting you do this!”

At that moment, a knock on the door interrupted them.

Aaron quickly composed himself and called out. A uniformed officer entered,

“Captain Ashbourne, Harry's defense attorney has just arrived.”

Simultaneously, Evadne's phone rang. It was a call from Aviana.

She hastily answered, her voice low, “Aviana.”

“Evadne, are you with Thaddeus?” Aviana asked, her tone serious.

Evadne cast a quick glance at Thaddeus, “Yes, I am.”

“Let him take the phone. I need to talk to him.”

Biting her lip, Evadne handed the phone to Thaddeus, whispering close to his ear, “Thaddeus, Aviana wants a word.”

Thaddeus' gaze sharpened as he took the phone, sitting up straighter:

“Hello, Aviana.”

“I’m fine, but it sounds like you’re in a bit of a bind?” Aviana's voice was laced with intrigue.

“You already know?”

“By now, the gossip winds have swept through the whole town of Elmsworth.”

Aviana let out a laugh as chilling as ice cracking, yet her tone offered a sturdy sense of security, “If S-Star Group's devils are causing you trouble, I won’t stand by idly. I’ve already got Lionel on the case to handle this mess for you. From here on out, you just sit tight and watch.”