Chapter 354 She's panicking
On the other side, the detention center.
Trevor had been interrogated for three days and nights, with blinding lights shining on his head, torturing both his mind and body.
But he withstood all the pressure.
As long as he thought of Tiffany, the daughter he longed for day and night but couldn't get close to, he felt he could face anything.
At this moment, the door of the interrogation room opened, and Peter walked in with a nonchalant expression, swinging his arms.
In front of suspects and criminals, he was intimidating.
"Still holding up?"
Peter yawned, pulled out a steel chair, and sat down gracefully, "Get him a cup of coffee to perk him up. After all, the night has just begun."
"Yes."
Trevor gritted his teeth and sneered, "Aren't you tired of interrogating me every day?"
"Not at all, I'm young, so I can handle it," Peter replied mischievously.
"I've already said everything I needed to say in the past two days. You can ask me a thousand more times, and my answer will be the same."
Peter squinted slightly and smirked, "Tired of the old questions, let me ask you something new."
He placed a photo of the evidence in front of Trevor.
Trevor looked down and saw the platinum lily necklace in the photo. His body leaned forward suddenly, and although he tried to control his expression, the twitching of his eye muscles betrayed his fear!
"Do you recognize this necklace?" Peter stared at him, tapping his fingers on the table.
"No," Trevor answered without hesitation, cold sweat forming on his forehead.
"Your own item, and you don't recognize it?" Peter's smile grew wider, with a hint of mockery, "You wrapped it in fine silk and placed it in an expensive jewelry box, showing how much you valued it. For something so precious to you, you suddenly claim not to recognize it?"
"How dare you search my house!" Trevor's pupils trembled, his fists clenched, and the handcuffs made a harsh scraping sound.
"You're a criminal, and I'm a cop. Isn't it normal to search your house? Didn't you prepare for that?"
Peter leaned back and smiled lightly, "I've already investigated. This necklace used to belong to Tiffany. You carefully kept Tiffany's personal item in your home, indicating your unusual relationship with her."
"I stole it, so what?" Trevor's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth.
"I found colleagues, directors, and actors who worked with you over twenty years ago, and they all know you. They talked a lot about you and Tiffany, and these are all witnesses. They said the star you always admired and pursued was never Joyce, but Tiffany."
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Sweat trickled down Trevor's face as he cursed angrily, "What do they know!"
"Not only that, they also said you created every opportunity to get close to Tiffany, serving her diligently. At that time, almost everyone knew Tiffany and Joyce were arch-enemies. Your house is filled with photos of Tiffany, not a single one of Joyce, and your computer has none of Joyce's shows. How could you be a fan of Joyce?"
Peter's voice turned cold and his eyes darkened, "So your previous claim of loving and hating Joyce doesn't hold up at all."
Trevor's jawline tightened as he laughed, "Even if you found out, so what? I am indeed a fan of Tiffany. I love Tiffany madly. For her, I can do anything, including killing Joyce!"
Peter's shoulders trembled with anger, and he wanted to pounce on him!
"But if you ask about my relationship with Tiffany, she has nothing to do with me; it's all my wishful thinking. I'm willing to do anything for her, including dying, including killing. And she doesn't need to know any of this."
After speaking, Trevor closed his eyes, as if ready to face death.
He dared to speak so boldly because he knew he was only guilty of intentional injury, at most attempted murder. Since Edward and Joyce were fine, the Taylor family couldn't do anything to him.
It was just a pity he couldn't complete the task Tiffany gave him.
Peter knew his game plan, and anger surged in his chest, his eyes turning red!
After a while, he ordered his subordinates to leave and turned off the recorder.
"Trevor, now it's just the two of us. Let's be honest."
Peter strolled leisurely around the interrogation room, hands in his pockets, and sat on the table, looking at him coldly, "You're willing to be Tiffany's ally, to work for her, to kill for her. I can't stop you; it's your choice. But if the media finds out about your unusual relationship with Tiffany, what will they think? What will the Wellington family, and Patrick, think of her?
He continued, "At that time, everyone will believe Tiffany sent you to attack Joyce. And Patrick will think there's something between you and Tiffany. When you hide in prison, what will happen to Tiffany? Her reputation is already bad enough; if this gets out, she won't be able to show her face anymore, right?"
Evelyn had once told him: Killing someone required breaking their spirit first!
Trevor trembled all over, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Peter, the handcuffs clinking, "You're a cop! Revealing case details to the media is against the rules! I'm going to report you!"
"To deal with a vicious criminal like you, do you think you'd comply without extreme measures?"
Peter raised his handsome chin, unafraid, "Let me tell you, Trevor, this time you've not only provoked me but the entire Taylor family. If you dare to touch Joyce, I won't let you off! I'll make sure you and Tiffany die together!"
"That's the guy, he, he stole it!"
Tiffany's eyes darted around in panic, her words incoherent, "Back then, I left the necklace backstage while filming, and when I came back, it was gone. He must have stolen it!"
"Really? He stole it, didn't sell it, but carefully kept it until now?" Evelyn laughed at her flawed explanation, her red lips curling into a smile.
"What he wants to do, how would I know!" Tiffany knew she couldn't outtalk Evelyn, so she decided to play the rogue.
Evelyn had no evidence and was at her wits' end.
"To be honest, I found people who worked with Trevor back then. They all said you two were very close, and he didn't take a penny from you but was willing to serve you diligently. How could such a man, who is so madly in love with you, steal your things? Even if he did, it would be out of admiration for you."
Evelyn's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a mocking smile that made Tiffany's heart race, "So, he would be willing to do anything for you. Including, killing."
"Evelyn! Shut up!" Tiffany was drenched in cold sweat, her voice breaking.
The crowd's gaze at her became increasingly suspicious and complex.
Including Patrick, who was watching her coolly with his eyes lowered, his deep, cold eyes under thick lashes.
"Could it be that you secretly instructed Trevor to take the opportunity to attack Joyce, leading to the previous incident?" Evelyn suddenly changed her tone.
"I didn't, I didn't! It was all Trevor's idea, it has nothing to do with me!"
Tiffany clutched Patrick's suit, her eyes blurred with tears, "Patrick, I have no grudge against Joyce, why would I do such a thing? I'm one of the members of the Wellington family, what is Joyce to me? She's just Charlie's mistress! Why would I bother with her?"
"Tiffany! Shut up." Patrick frowned and reminded her sternly.
"Tiffany, you can insult me, but you can't insult my family."
Evelyn's eyes darkened, full of authority, pointing at Tiffany's face, "If you dare to insult Joyce again, be careful, I might slap you too!"
The crowd fell silent.
Maurice shook his head, "Evelyn is too wild, too rude, too spoiled and willful, always threatening to slap people!"
"What can you do, everyone spoils her."
Eric raised his hand and shrugged, "Her family spoils her, Edward spoils her, how can she not be willful?"
Edward watched Evelyn, her fierce demeanor making his heart race uncontrollably, his thin lips curling up.
Tiffany suddenly froze in fear, not daring to move.
She knew Evelyn's ways; if she said she'd slap someone, she wasn't joking.
"Evelyn, all of this is your speculation! You're just trying to smear me! You have no evidence!" Tiffany clung to this point; otherwise, how could she still be safe until now?
"Yes, I'm just saying, why are you so anxious? Feeling guilty?"
Tiffany blushed and fell silent.
Evelyn smiled as she took back the platinum necklace, "As for your exact relationship, I think asking Trevor again should give us a quick answer. No need to be anxious."
Tiffany's nerves tightened as she thought of Trevor, who was already in police custody.
"Alright, I won't disturb your business talk any longer. Goodbye."
Evelyn walked gracefully towards the door, alone and unbothered.
Edward clenched his fists, his intense gaze following her.
He wanted to follow her several times but restrained his restless heart.
As Evelyn was about to leave, Sophia suddenly called out to her with a cold face.
"Ms. Taylor, next time you handle family matters, you should choose the time and place. At least notify Patrick and Edward in advance, so it won't be so awkward for everyone."
"Awkward? I didn't feel that way." Evelyn shrugged indifferently and smirked, "Next time, just grow a thicker skin, and you won't feel awkward."
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