Never Truly Over 47
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Chapter 47

“Yes? Who are you?” Quinn asked.

“We are from the Commission for Discipline Inspection. My name is Darren Cole, and this is my colleague, Lily Hart. We have something we’d like to ask you,” Darren said, taking a photograph from his bag and placing it before Quinn. “Is this you in the photograph?”

Quinn examined the photo, recognizing a newspaper clipping showing her playing poker. “Yes, that’s me,” she replied, unsure why they were questioning her.

“We think you have to come with us. We need your help on a case we’re working on,” Darren said, his tone suggesting he wouldn’t accept refusal. Quinn looked at Wyatt, hoping for assistance, but he could only offer a helpless expression.

Meanwhile, Cameron had lunch with Bowen at the SureResidence in Yatran and then helped him back to his room. As he was putting Bowen to bed, Cameron’s phone rang. It was Harry.

“What’s up?” Cameron asked. Harry was on leave, so this was unusual.

Harry reported, “Mr. Sutton, there’s commotion at Xenvale. Someone posted Ms. Lawson’s information online, revealing her poker game. A team is investigating the Moon Island development tender corruption case. Russo suspects your presence there was because of Ms. Lawson. The investigation team has taken Ms. Lawson in for questioning. I fear she’ll tell them everything.”

“Get me a ticket to Xenvale immediately,” Cameron said coldly.

Quinn sat in Blues Cafe, nervously facing her interrogators. “I’ve told you many times I know nothing about this case. Stop questioning me.”

“Ms. Lawson, cooperating and telling us what you know is in your best interest. The consequences of us discovering the truth independently are far graver than if you told us,” Lily warned.

“I’ve been entirely cooperative, and everything I’ve told you is the truth. Mr. Sutton was a hotel guest, and I was his butler, guiding him around Xenvale as he was unfamiliar with the area. I know nothing about this case. If you don’t believe me, ask Mr. Sutton,” Quinn pleaded, desperate. She had repeated this explanation over fifty times, yet they persisted.


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