Meanwhile, Ronald had endured three days and three nights of relentless questioning at the detention


    center. The harsh lights red down, tormenting both his mind and body.


    But under theyers of pressure, he stood his ground.


    As long as he thought of Sophia, as long as he thought of thedy who filled his thoughts day and


    night,


    the one he couldn’t get close to, he would endure it even if the sky copsed.


    At that moment, the interrogation room door swung open, and Cyrus strolled in with an indifferent


    expression.


    In front of the suspects and criminals, he no longer resembled the affluent and noble Cyrus Taylor.


    Instead, he had the demeanor of a gangster. Even people from the criminal underworld would address


    him with respect.


    Cyrus yawned and casually pulled out a steel chair, sweeping his long legs as he sat down.


    “Smith, make a cup of coffee for Mr. Branson to refresh him. The night has just begun.”


    “Yes, Chief Taylor.”


    Ronald sneered. He then asked through gritted teeth, “Chief Taylor, aren’t you tired of interrogating me


    every day?”


    “No, not at all. I’m young and can endure it,” Cyrus replied with a mischievous smile.


    “I’ve told you everything in the past two days. You can ask me all night, ask me a thousand times, and


    my


    answer will still be the same.”


    Cyrus narrowed his eyes and coldly lifted the corner of his lips.


    “We’ve covered the old questions. I’ll bring up something new.”


    He ced the photos of the evidence in front of Ronald.


    Ronald lowered his head and saw the tinum lily-shaped ne in the pictures.


    His body leaned forward as he attempted to control his expression. But the trembling muscles around


    his


    eyes exposed his fear.


    “Do you recognize this ne?”


    Cyrus stared at him intently, tapping his fingertips on the table.


    Ronald immediately denied it. His forehead broke out in a cold sweat as he said, “I don’t recognize it.”


    “You don’t recognize your belongings?”


    Cyrus mockingly chuckled.


    “You meticulously wrapped it in fine silk and kept it in a pricey jewelry box, clearly indicating its


    importance to you. And now, you im not to recognize it? Who do you think you’re fooling? Ghosts?”


    “Did you search my house? You!” Ronald’s pupils trembled, and he clenched his fists. The handcuffs


    on


    him produced a grating sound.


    “You’re a criminal, and I’m a cop. Isn’t it normal to search your house? Don’t you have any


    psychological


    preparation for that?”


    Cyrus chuckled as he leaned back.


    “I’ve looked into it. This ne belonged to Sophia Kirkman. You stored her personal belongings


    carefully in your home. Your connection with Sophia seems unique.”


    “I stole it. So what?” Ronald’s face turned pale as he clenched his teeth.


    “I visited TS Network and found colleagues and directors you coborated with over 20 years ago. I


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    spoke with actors who are still active on the screen. They all know you. They talked a lot about you and


    Sophia. These are all testimonial evidence. They said you admired and pursued not L but Sophia.”


    Ronald’s sweat trickled down his face, and he uttered with resentment, “They don’t know a damn


    thing!”


    “Not only that, they also mentioned that you seized every opportunity to get close to Sophia, providing


    her


    unwavering support. At that time, almost everyone knew that Sophia and L were arch-enemies.


    “Your house is adorned with Sophia’s pictures butcking any of L’s. Not a single L movie is


    found


    on yourputer. How could you im to be L’s fan?”