His Ex-Wife Is A Billionaire? novel Chapter 901

Avery found himself trapped in an interrogation room at the police station, a scenario that felt almost alien to him. It had been nearly a full day—a stark contrast to his life in Helgen, where he was practically untouchable, surrounded by sycophants and admirers. Back in his home country, he was the uncrowned king of the nightlife, ruling over The Velvet Haven with an iron fist. With his recent takeover of the Chambers Group, his power seemed limitless, his word law.

The trappings of power, wealth, and fame—all swirled around him, elevating him to dizzying heights. Now, reduced to a mere detainee, every second dragged on, an unbearable insult to his ego.

“How much longer before I can get out of here?” Avery lounged in the uncomfortable chair, his legs crossed, the chilly glare from behind his gold-rimmed glasses could freeze hell over.

“Mr. Chambers, why the rush? We’ve got all the time in the world,” replied Aaron, unfazed by Avery’s imposing presence. “Besides, we’ve still got fifteen minutes before the 24-hour mark. Why would I let someone of your stature walk so easily? After all, it wasn’t easy getting you here.”

Inside, Aaron was a bundle of nerves, his heart pounding like a drum. With only ten minutes left before the drug test results were due, if Avery came back clean, not only would he have to release him, but catching him again would be near impossible.

“So, you just wanted some company, is that it? Hoping for a heart-to-heart?” Avery leaned back, his pale face a mask of frost, as he glanced at his watch, “Let’s talk then. About how you and Evadne conspired against me.”

Aaron felt a chill down his spine. “Avery, without evidence, your accusations hold no water.”

“And you dragged me here without evidence, to have coffee?” Avery crushed the paper cup in his hand, “But let me be honest, your station’s coffee is truly terrible. If funds are tight, the Chambers Group could sponsor some decent beans.”

“Avery!” Aaron’s eyes flared, as he stood abruptly.

“I’m not the one in a hurry here. Or are you trying to force a confession?” Avery’s long, pale fingers crushed the paper cup into a tight ball, the veins on his hand bulging. “I’m telling you, I don’t do drugs. Never have. Aaron, you’d better figure out how to explain this to your boss in the next fifteen minutes.”

With that, he closed his eyes, appearing serene.

Aaron was seething inside. If not for the uniform, he might have lunged at Avery. Time ticked away, second by second. With five minutes left, Avery watched the clock’s hands with a disdainful smile.

The door to the interrogation room suddenly opened.

“Captain Ashbourne, the test results are in!”

Aaron grabbed the report, his heart racing. Avery’s smirk deepened.