Chapter 69
In the fancy reception room, the cops had been hanging around for a while when Sylvester finally strolled in, looking all casual.
"Mr. Moore, you finally decided to show up. We've been waiting," one of the officers said, sounding a bit annoyed.
Sylvester didn't seem to care. He slouched on the sofa, a rebellious glint in his eyes. "What do you want?"
The officer started explaining, "About Zoey, we checked out Tranquil Gardens and confirmed she died two years ago. The body found at the Moore manor was stolen from a funeral home. It's a long story."
Sylvester frowned a bit, lifted his chin, and motioned for them to go on.
"But last night, we got an anonymous email about Zoey's car accident. All the evidence suggests you might be linked to her death. Can you tell us about your relationship with Zoey?" Daniel from the major crimes unit asked. He knew this was a mess, but there was no dodging it now.
The room went silent as everyone waited for Sylvester's response. He sneered and shot back, "After all this, you think it's me? What kind of relationship could I have with her? How could I be connected to a dead person?"
Sylvester's tone was sharp. Daniel felt a bit awkward, but his years on the job helped him keep his cool.
The butler, sensing trouble, started to panic. Zoey's death coming up again was bad news. He quickly told the maid, "Go get Mr. John Moore right away."
Just then, Calliope, curious as ever, walked into the room. Seeing the tension, she felt bad for the officers. Sylvester looked ready to explode.
She was also dying to know what had happened. Who was this Zoey?
"Mr. Moore, please cooperate. This is just routine. Maybe what you tell us can help solve this," Daniel said, though he knew they were really reopening Zoey's case.
Suddenly, Sylvester jumped up, kicked over the table, and yelled, "What relationship? She was just a worthless slut! What's there to investigate?"
Calliope, hiding in the corner, felt her heart race.
Seeing Sylvester's outburst, Daniel's suspicions grew, but he stayed calm and asked, "It's said that a week before Zoey's death, your mother also died under mysterious circumstances. Are these two events connected?"
Sylvester's anger flared up at the question, hitting a raw nerve.
"What right do you have to dig into my mom's past? She has nothing to do with that bitch! Get out!" Sylvester's rage was off the charts, and just hearing Zoey's name made him sick.
"Mr. Moore, please calm down!" The butler quickly stepped in, holding Sylvester back from lunging at the officers.
The young officer with Daniel finally lost it and snapped, "You can't act like this just because you're some kind of spoiled rich kid! How dare you defy the police! If this hadn't happened in your house, we wouldn't even be here! We're just looking out for your safety!"
Watching the chaos, Calliope felt a pang of sympathy for Sylvester, the guy everyone called a scoundrel. She didn't know the whole story, but the past two years must've been hell for him. Otherwise, how could he have changed so much? Jenny had mentioned that Sylvester used to be really composed. At first, Calliope didn't buy it, but now it seemed like serious trauma could really mess with someone.
Eventually, the officers left, and Sylvester sat alone on the sofa, staring blankly at the mess. The maids didn't dare to clean up, waiting for him to leave. But he just sat there, lost in thought.
Calliope sighed and walked over, but as she got close, he barked, "Get out!"
"Are you okay?" She stopped, hesitating before asking.
Sylvester's tense face softened a bit at her voice, but he still replied coldly, "No, I'm not."
His response made Calliope chuckle, finding him a bit childish.
She smoothed her dress and sat beside him. "So, what now? Need some pretty girls to cheer you up?"
Sylvester's sharp gaze shot towards her, as if saying, "You're playing with fire!"
"What? Isn't that what guys do? When they're down, they find women to cheer them up?" Calliope exaggerated her surprise, covering her mouth and whispering, "Or, do you like men? No way, right?"
Sylvester's eyes narrowed. This woman always knew how to push his buttons.
"I like you." He suddenly smirked, his hand sliding towards her exposed calf, his tongue wickedly licking his lips.
Calliope's eyelashes fluttered, and she instinctively pulled back. "You wouldn't be in heat, would you? Always ready to have sex?"
With a scream, she found herself pinned on the sofa, Sylvester on top of her, his sexy, low voice whispering in her ear, "My dear, I'm very angry right now, extremely angry. So, it's your job to help me deal with my negative emotions."
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