sex-me boss.

-Inspector, you’re certainly making a mistake,” said James.

-We’ve got plenty of people who can testify that they’ve seen Damon Dixon outside Miss Turner’s door in the last few days, so where’s the mistake? He remains the prime suspect until the young lady is found, because this psychopathic behavior is totally unauthorized.

-He can tell you why he was there, but that wouldn’t mean he was the one who kidnapped her, and why didn’t you think for a moment that she was on a trip or something?

-No James, you’re literally wrong, Olivia would never do anything like that so please take that back. She’s a sweet, kind girl.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

James put his hands to his head like someone who’d just been caught. Now he was trying to save him and the only thing he could think of to do was to say that this girl he was being accused of was sweet and kind. He was ready to put his hand to the fire that this girl had given him something like the charm because Damon would never have behaved like this.

-Here he confirms and how can you explain the fact that he spent every night in front of her door? always because this girl attracted him with the magnet?

James closed his mouth and the inspector placed the handcuffs on Damon’s wrists like a delinquent. The latter had no problem with the way he was treated, but all he cared about was Olivia. He wanted her alive. Once at the police station, he was locked in a room. He never thought this would happen to him, especially for a woman.

-I know some of the paparazzi already know about this, but I wouldn’t want this story to make the headlines,” James told the detective.

The latter nodded and left. He wanted to tell Maggie as planned, because she was the one who was close to Olivia and could help them with the story. Just a quarter of an hour later, she arrived at the police station and when she entered Carter’s office, she saw the others glowering at her, but she didn’t care about that.

-So, mademoiselle, he himself confessed to spending three nights on her doorstep. What was the relationship between your friend and Mr. Dixon?

James and Tyler couldn’t wait to hear her say it, because they too knew absolutely nothing about it. She looked at them and saw their impatience. She wasn’t too sure what she was thinking, and she didn’t want to say anything that might hurt Olivia.

-I think Mr Dixon is in a better position to tell you, Inspectors.

-Miss Soyer, your friend’s life is in danger, if she’s even still alive, so please speak up now if you know anything.

-she worked in his company, that’s all, I don’t know any more.

Such partial information didn’t help them at all. Maggie asked to see Damon and the inspector agreed, but Tyler and James had insisted on being there too, which he didn’t refuse. When the door to his cell opened, Maggie was astonished to see him, the ever-refined Damon high on booze and bruised with grief.

-Damon Dixon, what a pleasure to finally meet you. Olivia has told me a lot about you. Now I’d like to know where she is, and I don’t have time to waste on guesswork.

-And I don’t know you, so how do I know this isn’t a trick?

-Because it’s not a trick; for a moment, I thought it was his mysterious stranger from Le Bourget and the party at your place who was perhaps behind his disappearance, until your two friends confirmed that you’ve never had a third friend with the same scent as you, the same gabarie, the same sexy voice and so on, so in conclusion, it could only have been you all this time, from crazy nights of passion to kidnapping, are you a psychopath whose national security hasn’t yet spotted Mr. Dixon?

-If that’s the case, then I guess you’ve just helped them do it, and I’ll be rotting here. The public owes you a thank you and the government a medal,” Damon had replied.

Maggie clenched her fists, she couldn’t stand him taking the piss out of her at such a difficult time when she didn’t know where Olivia was. She wanted to teach him a lesson, but with her two friends standing by like bodyguards, there was nothing she could do.