Sorry for Your Loss, It's Me, I'm the Loss novel Chapter 69

A hand with long, elegant fingers closed around her wrist, the grip so tight it sent a jolt of pain up her arm.

Yvonne spun around, her eyes meeting a pair of deep, dark irises.

Her heart hammered against her ribs.

Bennett. What was he doing here?

With his arrival, plainclothes officers seemed to materialize out of thin air. The alley descended into a brief, chaotic struggle, and moments later, the men were subdued.

“Sir, Mark got away. We only got one of them,” an officer reported to Bennett, his voice heavy with disappointment.

Bennett nodded silently, but his grip on Yvonne’s wrist never loosened.

She tried to pull away, but he only held tighter, as if intending to crush the bones.

Because she had interfered with a police operation, Yvonne had to go to the station for questioning.

Just before she stepped into the police car, Bennett finally let her go.

In the sterile interrogation room late that night, Yvonne sat facing the recording camera. A young male officer was taking her statement.

“Name, age, occupation. Why were you at the scene? What was the reason for the conflict with the suspect?” he asked, firing off the questions in rapid succession.

“Yvonne, eighteen, a student in the acting department at Istra Theater Academy. I’m in Vexel filming a movie…” As she was answering, the door opened.

Bennett walked in and sat down next to the officer. He held a lit cigarette between two fingers, the smoke curling around his face, obscuring his expression.

Yvonne glanced up at him. It was the first time she had seen him in uniform.

Aside from her identity, the officer focused on Mark. As the elusive crime boss of Vexel, his identity was a mystery, and Yvonne was now the only witness to have seen his face.

Yvonne couldn’t draw, but as a professionally trained officer, she could give a precise description of his features.

Using her description, the police created a composite sketch.

“Are you certain this is what Mark looks like?” the officer confirmed.

Yvonne nodded. “Positive. And I heard the other man address him respectfully as ‘Mark.’”

After a thorough inquiry, Yvonne’s identity checked out, and she was cleared of any suspicion.

As she stood to leave, she passed by Bennett. The man who had been silently smoking finally spoke. “Who taught you how to fight?”