Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 387

When they walked out of the cemetery, Teresa’s eyes were puffy and red. She looked completely drained, like she had nothing left to give.

Emmy couldn’t just leave her like that, so she took Teresa back to the hospital, made sure she was settled in, and only then did she let herself leave. She was planning to head straight to the police station to ask about what was happening with Claudia. After all, Claudia was just as responsible for her grandfather’s death as anyone else.

Emmy was just about to get in her car when James’s phone started ringing. He answered, spoke quietly for a few moments, and his face got serious fast. When he hung up, he looked over at Emmy, apologetic.

“Something’s come up at the station. I need to get back right away.”

Emmy nodded. “Just be careful, okay.”

He turned to go, but Emmy stopped him. “James.”

He glanced back, his dark eyes even deeper under the cloudy sky.

“Can you… find out what the police are doing with Claudia? Like, how they’re handling her?”

Emmy knew Claudia had been on the police’s radar for ages, and most of the details were probably top secret. If she asked as a regular person, she’d get nowhere. But James was different. His job meant he might be able to get some inside info.

James nodded, voice low. “I’ll see what I can find out. You’ve had a rough day. Go home and get some sleep.”

With that, he strode off, disappearing down the street.

He hadn’t been gone long when Emmy’s phone buzzed with a message from Abriella.

We won big in court today! Aren’t you going to celebrate?

Emmy’s eyes widened—she’d totally forgotten to thank Steve. She called Abriella right away.

“Ask your boss what he wants for dinner. I’m buying tonight.”

“I just wanted that jerk to spend his last days thinking he’d been lied to for decades. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Emmy was silent for a second, trying not to smile. Deep down, though, it felt ridiculously satisfying.

Still, she had to say something. “Just… don’t do that kind of thing again. That’s pretty illegal.”

Abriella waved her off. “Relax. I know the law better than you. If anyone asks, I’ll say I grabbed the wrong hair sample because I was rushing. Or that it was just a joke. What are they going to do?”

Just then, the waiter came in with the rest of the food.

They all started tossing ingredients into the bubbling hotpot. Steve and Abriella dove straight into the spicy side, the smell of chili filling the whole room. Emmy stuck to her mild broth, but as she watched the other two, faces flushed and eyes shining from the heat, she felt her resolve slipping.

On a whim, she reached across the pot with her fork, snatched up a bit of tripe, and dipped it into the spicy red broth.