Chapter 770 Exposed
After dropping Isabella off at the hospital, he headed home to check on the kids.
Harold never thought Antonio would find out his secret.
When he got to Marshall City, he went straight to the cemetery. Since he was already there, he figured he might as well take a look.
The caretaker was chilling, listening to the radio, but freaked out when he saw a group of people coming his way.
'Isn't that the chairman of the Harrington Group? Why's he here? The guy who came before said they wouldn't tell anyone. Did they spill the beans?' the caretaker wondered.
Before he could come up with a plan, Harold was already at the cemetery gate. Seeing his face, Harold knew something was up and said coldly, "What, you don't recognize me?"
The caretaker quickly nodded and smiled, "Mr. Harrington, I didn't expect you to come in person. Mrs. Harrington's grave has been fixed up just like the gentleman who came last time said!"
He led the way, talking non-stop, worried Harold might get mad.
"You can have a look. The spot that gentleman mentioned is all fixed up!"
"Hold on," Harold cut him off.
Feeling something was off, he frowned and asked, "What gentleman? What are you talking about?"
The caretaker froze for a second, "Mr. Harrington, wasn't he sent by you? A tall guy. He said he was your subordinate, here to visit Mrs. Harrington."
Hearing that, Harold changed his face. He knew something was wrong and left quickly.
How could this be? If someone had already pretended to be his people and came here, what was their goal?
Or could that person be connected to Benjamin?
The more Harold thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, and he picked up his pace.
But before he could get to his car, he heard police sirens closing in!
A bunch of cops got out of their cars and walked straight up to Harold, saying officially, "Are you Harold Harrington?"
Harold felt a jolt of nerves but tried to stay calm, "Yeah, that's me. What's going on?"
"We suspect you're involved in a murder case in Capital City. Please come with us to assist in the investigation."
Harold's heart raced, but he played dumb, "I have no idea what you're talking about. What murder case?"
The cop frowned a bit and said, "The victim's name is Sarah Miller. The person who drugged her has been arrested, and he named you as the mastermind. Please come with us to assist in the investigation."
A flash of anger crossed Harold's face!
He cursed Dennis under his breath, not expecting him to get caught.
In a split second, Harold smiled, "Officer, you must be joking. I've always been a good citizen. How could I do something like that?"
He glanced at his bodyguard, who nodded in agreement, "Yes, Mr. Harrington is a kind-hearted man!"
Harold spread his hands, "Officer, if you have direct evidence that I killed someone, go ahead and arrest me. But accusing me of being the mastermind without any proof is really unfair!"
Even though he said all that, his face didn't show a hint of sadness. Instead, he looked smug, like he was sure no one could touch him.
He added, "Anyway, I get that cooperating with the investigation is my duty, so I'll go with you. But hey, I've got a ton of work at my company. Don't waste my time."
Harold walked up to the cop, a smirk on his face, "If you delay my company's projects, you won't be able to afford the compensation, right?"
Seeing his arrogant attitude, the cop sneered, "Mr. Harrington, don't get too cocky just yet!"
Harold was taken back to the station, but the questioning didn't go smoothly. No matter what they asked, he stayed calm.
"Think about it. I had no beef with Sarah. Why would I send someone to kill her?"
He sighed, looking all regretful. "Besides, wasn't she already really sick? She might not have lasted much longer. Why would I need to do something like that?"
The cop's eyes flickered, "So you're admitting you wanted her dead?"
Harold stared at the cop for a moment, then laughed, "Are you trying to trick me? You think I don't know the law?"
His expression remained unwavering, not a trace of being caught off guard. "Even if you try to lead me on, it won't work."
After saying this, he leaned back, looking relaxed.
Even if Dennis had confessed, so what?
Even if they caught him, so what?
They couldn't do anything to him. Harold was confident because he had never contacted the killer directly.
Sure enough, the next moment, the cop pulled out a photo, questioning, "What's your relationship with this person? Why were you in contact?"
Harold glanced at the photo, sighed dramatically, and said arrogantly, "What, are the police so heartless? This person was my employee a long time ago. His mother died, and I called to offer my condolences. Is there a problem with that?"
He raised his eyebrows and then suddenly pretended to be surprised, "Oh? Could it be that this person killed Sarah and said I ordered it? He's totally framing me! Officer, you must investigate thoroughly and clear my name!"
Seeing him getting more and more into his act, the cop shouted, "Enough!"
But there was no solid evidence to prove Harold's direct involvement in the murder. If he kept denying it, the police would have to release him within twenty-four hours.
Seeing their troubled expressions, Harold felt very pleased.
He instinctively reached for his chest pocket, and his expression changed when he realized he had forgotten something.
'Damn it, Benjamin! If he hadn't been acting like a lunatic this morning, rushing me out, how could I have forgotten the most important thing?' Harold cursed inside.
Harold's face darkened, and he fidgeted with his hands, the palms under his black leather gloves itching.
He really missed Carter, wanting to touch her.
This was the first time they had been apart for so long.
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