The Abandoned Wife Dumped Him First (Victoria and Elias) novel Chapter 424

The next morning.

Victoria placed the printed copies of the evidence into a manila folder. Under the dappled light, the official seals and signatures seemed to twist into grotesque faces.

She drove to the police station. The officer who received her files felt his pupils contract when he saw what was inside.

Victoria sat on a bench, listening to the sharp inhales and hurried whispers coming from inside the room. Her fingers unconsciously traced the edge of the folder until a man in uniform came out. He looked at Victoria with a grave expression. “Miss Sanger, rest assured, this evidence is more than sufficient. We will apply for an arrest warrant as soon as possible.”

Hearing this, she finally stood and nodded.

As she walked out of the police station, a light breeze brushed through her hair. Victoria took out her phone and, after a moment’s hesitation, dialed Hawk’s number.

“I’m at the police station. I just submitted the evidence against Genevieve,” she said, her voice as steady as a frozen lake. “Go to Genevieve’s hospital now and wait for me. I’ll head over as soon as I’m done here.”

Hawk paused for two seconds before replying, “Understood, Miss Sanger.”

Victoria hung up and stared at the streams of traffic on the street, a sudden soreness in her eyes. She let out a long breath and turned back toward the parking lot.

***

At the hospital.

When Victoria pushed open the door to Genevieve’s room, she found her propped up in bed, painting her nails. The dark red liquid gleamed coldly on her fingertips.

For a dizzying moment, it seemed to Victoria that the polish coating Genevieve’s nails was the viscous, crimson blood of the people she had murdered.

The door creaked open, and Genevieve glanced over. Seeing Victoria, she frowned slightly before her expression smoothed into its usual mocking tone. “Well, well. To what do I owe the pleasure, Miss Sanger?”

Victoria didn’t reply. She simply tossed the folder onto the bedside table with a dull thud.

The documents slid out, revealing the corner of an A4 page with screenshots of chat logs between Genevieve and a construction contractor.

Genevieve’s heart leaped. She snatched the folder and pulled out the contents. When she saw the two sets of blueprints, and especially her signature under the construction plan, the smile on her face froze solid, her fingertips trembling. “What… What is this? Where did you get this?!”

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