The Billionaire's Sex Slave novel Chapter 46

The officer came out, and they left the two of us. The door was closed again as if Attorney Alvarez was also a prisoner. The bad man I talked to looked at me again, but I just shrugged my shoulders. I adjusted my seat and focused on the person in front of me. I feel he is my savior. It’s not even obvious that I’m still eager to get out of here because I know in myself the truth.

“Attorney Alvarez, how did you know I was here?” I moved my body closer to him and lowered my voice because I was afraid someone would overhear our conversation even though there was nothing really important to talk about.

“I saw what happened on television. That is the content of the whole news. Your face is scattered on any TV channel because you are the primary suspect.” Even he said the same thing. I'm fed up with this bullshit. Why do they blame me for something, I don't know!

“I'm going insane, Attorney, to explain that I didn't do that! I have no motivation! Why would I murder my daughter for the wealth they accuse me of?” Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. I'm not sure how I'm going to explain it to them!

“I'm not your enemy and no matter what you do, if they don't want to listen to you, you can't do anything, especially now that no one can tell who the culprit is.” The Attorney couldn't take his gaze away from me, as if he didn't know the answer to my situation.

We're both deep-thinking sorts, and if we peep inside our head, we'll both sink because we're both drowning in the depth of thoughts. I simply slumped back in my chair and bent my head to the table. There doesn't appear to be any way for me to get out of here. My tears were also dry; they seemed to be drained, and all I could do was swallow the possibilities.

As I was thinking, a burst of recollections flashed through my mind as I remembered the papers that the Attorney had before read to me that looked unreal. Nonetheless, I attempted to guess what he was going to say. Perhaps there will be an answer.

“Aren't you saying something about the wealth my parents have?” I bit my lower lip, ashamed. To ask this, it seems like I felt the thickness of my face. I was raised in poverty, and being assumed felt humiliating not only to Attorney Alvarez but also to me. I'm completely delusory.

“Why? Are you ready to hear it all?” His face was serious, and I was suddenly pressured by his question.

My heartbeat only got stronger. Tom and Jerry seem to be chasing each other inside me again as I remember what he said about Andrius' father. I want to avoid believing that Andrius and my family have a connection. For that reason, I keep wondering if Andrius is doing this to me because of what the Attorney is telling me? I clasped both of my hands and swallowed. I nodded slowly because honestly, I didn’t want to see Andrius after all that had happened.

“First of all, I want to know if you had a relationship with Andrius Easton.” He folded his two palms and then searched for something from the office case he was carrying. I just watch what he does. I wondered what did he put on the table. “It's been taken since I started investigating you to confirm if you are the daughter of Rome Miller and Georgia Miller.”

I took a glance at the images on the table. This is from when Mary and I went out before I left, but there were no photographs when we went to Beatrice and Andrius' wedding celebration. Although there is no photo of Andrius with me, I can see how I exited their fence. Anyone who sees it will believe I live there. I handed him the photographs back and slid them in front of him. To provide him with an honest response, I shook my head.

“That was then, not now,” I told him sternly.

“Good thing, if that is the case because if you have a relationship, I don't know if you will accept what will you discover.” He didn't even touch the images, but he pulled something out. That's a lot more paper than I remembered reading, as well as a flash disk.

“What I'm about to tell you today is the truth. I can't get anything from you, I have no intention, and I only do my job and your father's last will for me.” I believe that was his preface to what he was about to say.

I remained mute and simply accepted everything he offered me. My heart is racing; it appears to want to sleep rather than listen to what Attorney Alvarez has to say, but my intellect is resisting. They don't get along at this point, and I think to have a notion of what the attorney would say, but I ignore that in my mind, believing that Andrius can't do that since we still have a relationship from the past.

“Hugo Easton and Rome Miller are best friends. I also don’t know how they met, but only one thing is for sure, they built Somore Business Corporation together. From the time it was small until it became a famous and trusted business. It's a business about building and structures.” His voice doesn’t stutter, there’s no trace of lying in the tone, and you’ll get carried away with his story. I didn’t interrupt him with what he was saying and let him.

“Until one day, Rome Miller suddenly vanished. But before his name disappeared, he left me some papers.” He shifted in his position as if restless as well. “That was the last conversation we had. A few years after that, when his name was completely forgotten, he was deleted from the tabloids, business history, and other books where his name can be seen. The only one to read is Hugo Easton's achievements.”

“When I saw his name on one of the victims of demolition, I quickly went to the scene. I also give your parents a burial because no one took them out to the morgue.” Attorney Alvarez is so professional, he doesn't even change his reaction or expression. There is no pity in his eyes, but I can feel that he cares for my father and mother.

I bowed down since I couldn't even visit my parents' graves, not even polish their tombstones with their names etched. I simply abandoned them as if they were dead dogs and cats. People cry when their pets and dogs die and are buried, but I didn't even do that for my parents. I've recently discovered how much of a child I am. I slammed my head on the table and then whispered, just loud enough for the Attorney to hear.

“Thank you.”