The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 127

The police weren’t about to let any trafficker get away. They’d been cracking down on abductions for years, and honestly, every family hated traffickers with a passion.

Claire nodded. “I only realized something was off because she got weird whenever I mentioned the police or the hospital. If she was really the kid’s mom, and her child’s face was hurt, she would’ve rushed straight to the hospital.”

“If she had asked me to take her to the hospital, I probably wouldn’t have suspected anything. But all she wanted was my hemostatic spray.”

You could see the greed in the woman’s eyes when she asked for it. She didn’t even try to hide it.

“Is your spray really that good?” one of the officers asked, clearly curious. Earlier, when they’d been talking to the other people involved, everyone had mentioned how amazing Claire’s spray was.

Sure, there were medicines that helped wounds heal, but something that could stop bleeding instantly, just with a spray? That sounded almost too good to be true. No wonder the trafficker had wanted it so badly.

“It works really well, but I’m out of it now,” Claire said. She’d only brought two bottles—one for Edison and one for Valeria. Edison’s was probably finished by now, and Valeria’s had just a little left. They’d been using it nonstop to help people with minor injuries.

“Sorry if this is a weird question, but where did you buy it? What’s it called?” another officer asked. He wasn’t the only one curious. Even some of the witnesses had quietly asked the police to help them find out. They wanted to buy some, too—one for home, one for the car, one to carry around. Who wouldn’t?

“If you’re hoping to buy it, I have to disappoint you. It’s custom-made, not sold anywhere, and they don’t make much of it.”

The officer studied Claire for a moment. She looked every bit the part of a rich girl—her clothes, her whole vibe. Someone like her having custom products wasn’t that surprising.

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