I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis novel Chapter 258

Chapter 258 Mird Fraud Scam, Money Down the Drain

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Chapter 258 Mira: Fraud, Scam, Money Down the Drain

Inspector Silva clearly wasn’t the chatty type.

He skipped straight to business once he realised I wasn’t in the mood for niceties.

He handed me a file. ‘I must ask you to keep everything you’re about to read strictly confidential. Especially from Monsieur Marchetti-‘

‘Yeah, yeah, I get it,‘ I said, waving a hand. ‘Not a word from me.‘

The file was in French. With my sad excuse for French skills, I had to use a translation app to even start understanding it. Silva didn’t offer to help. He just sat there watching me wrestle with it like it was some kind of sadistic test.

The more I read, the worse it got. For a second, I hoped the app was malfunctioning and spitting out

nonsense.

But I wasn’t that lucky.

I flagged down a waiter and asked for the strongest coffee they had. I needed something industrial–strength.

“If you’ve got this much evidence,‘ I said eventually, my voice sounding oddly detached, ‘why haven’t you just arrested him?‘

If the file was accurate–and it certainly looked it–Fabrizio wasn’t just fiddling the books. He was siphoning funds from other investors and running the company straight into the ground. Turns out, being a design genius doesn’t make you a business genius.

The headache behind my eyes was back and getting worse by the second.

Inspector Silva’s voice, like his beige jacket, was dull but carried weight. The kind of tone that came from knowing people always listened when you spoke.

‘We’ve had Monsieur Marchetti under surveillance. He’s not a flight risk–for now. He’s been desperately seeking investors and fresh capital to keep the company afloat. If he manages to pull that off, no one will realise anything’s wrong. Not until the new investors start asking for dividends. But then you arrived.‘

He gave me a look that was polite on the surface but full of judgment.

My spine stiffened. ‘What did I do?‘

“You gave him the capital he needed.‘

I thought of the joint venture. ‘Didn’t you say that kind of cash injection could save the company?”

‘It could, if he used it to pay down overdue loans or repay the money he’s already misappropriated. But he

didn’t.‘

‘So what did he do with my money?‘

Silva flipped through the file and pointed to a page with string of numbers. ‘Did he ask you to transfer the funds to this account?‘

Hooked. ‘Yes. What’s wrong with it?‘

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‘It’s not a corporate account. It’s not even in his name. belongs to a shell company, supposedly legitimate, but completely empty. The bank and the company are both registered in the Cook Islands.‘

My stomach dropped. ‘Meaning?‘

‘Meaning, he’s planning to disappear. The Cook Islands have no extradition treaty with us. Once he’s there, he’s untouchable. So’s the money.‘

Five million euros, gone. 1

No wonder he’d pushed so hard for the joint venture. I thought he was passionate about our collaboration. Turns out, I’m just a soft touch with deep pockets.

‘Is he still in town?‘

‘Yes.‘

“Then why the hell haven’t you arrested him?‘

‘Because he’s not planning to bolt just yet. He’s contacted several potential investors–people like you, who’ve heard of his name but don’t know what’s really going on–and he’s drawing them in, slowly. You’re the first to fall for his so–called joint venture, which is nothing more than a scam. We believe he’ll run once he’s pulled in around fifty million.‘

My throat was dry and my hands were twitching from the caffeine and rising fury. ‘If you knew he was scamming me, why didn’t you warn me sooner?‘

‘We didn’t know for sure until he asked you to transfer funds to that account. We needed to confirm where the money went. We’re sorry.‘

He didn’t sound remotely sorry.

‘Can I get my money back?‘

‘Possibly. But not until the investigation is complete and he’s been formally charged and convicted.‘

I wanted to call Fabrizio right then and there, demand answers, demand my money. But what good would that do? He’d know I knew, and he’d run.

‘So what exactly am I supposed to do now?‘

‘You and Monsieur Marchetti appear to be close, We’d like-‘

I cut him off with a glare. ‘What are you trying to imply

He raised a hand in mock surrender. ‘I’m not implying anything improper. Just that he’s relaxed around you, speaks freely. We haven’t yet traced all the funds hers misappropriated. If we can find out where they’ve gone, it’ll strengthen the case. Make it harder for him to wriggle out of the charges.‘

I snorted. ‘Why don’t you bug his office and flat, then? m sure the French police have gear for that.‘

Unbothered, Silva replied, ‘Madame Vance seems to have a cinematic view of police work. We can’t wiretap

a suspect’s premises without a court order. There are procedures.‘

‘Sounds like a “you” problem.‘ I stood. ‘I’ve got thinking to do. Goodbye,‘

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