Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 131

Chapter 131 Quit Playing Sweetheart

Beatrice just stared, blankly.

Violet froze, speechless.

Ethan stood there, dumbfounded.

He called the cops?

Then it clicked for Beatrice.

Desmond being here meant Autumn had talked. 

She'd traced the orchard, sniffed out Jane and Madeline's trail, and dragged him along—not to help, but to watch the fireworks.

"Beatrice."

Desmond's voice was soft, almost tender.

Her expression shattered from shock to ice—and the shift hit him like a sucker punch.

Jane, meanwhile, lit up like he was her last hope. "Desmond! Look at Madeline—Beatrice tried to kill her! Get her to a hospital, now!"

Beatrice's gaze slid over, razor-sharp. Her entire crew stared at Jane like she'd lost her damn mind.

You really think he's here to save you?

Even if she didn't know the Belmonts wanted Madeline gone yesterday, the cops showing up meant the call went out at least half an hour ago.

So, when Nico was chasing Madeline down? Desmond was already here—watching, cool as a corpse.

Desmond glanced at the two on the ground, smirking. "That's not what I saw. Maybe don't run your mouth with bullshit."

Jane blanked out.

Her daughter's fiancé wasn't bailing her out, but the cops spotted the injured girls and didn't care who did what. "Hurry—get them to the hospital!"

Jane tried to tag along, but a cop blocked her. "You're not going anywhere—you're coming with us to the station."

"Desmond!" Jane spun back, still banking on him. "Go with Madeline—she'll freak out alone."

"Sorry, I'm stuck too. Eyewitness to a murder case—gotta give a statement," Desmond said, voice flat and frigid.

Jane's blood turned to ice.

Murder? Eyewitness?

Those words that'd chill her to the bone.

A random bystander? Fine. But Desmond—her daughter's fiancé, father of her kid—how could he stand there, stone-cold? How could he not save her?

"Desmond, she's carrying your baby—how can you be this heartless?"

His tone dropped to a creepy whisper. "You want me to take a knife for her? You were there—why didn't you?"

"I was tied up!"

"Oh, so if you weren't, you'd have jumped in?"

"Of course!"

"Prove it—stab yourself once. Then I'll buy it."

"You—!"

Jane looked ready to cough up blood.

Desmond's face was blank—ruthless in a way that'd make your skin crawl.

Everyone—cops included—was dumbfounded.

Beatrice's inner monologue went tsk tsk.

A guy who only loves himself can fake it until he fools even his own ass—long as he's in control and doesn't actually give a damn. Push him past that, hit his real bottom line, and he'll ditch anyone.

Desmond flicked his eyes to her, all tender-like, screaming, "I'd never do you like that, never ever."

Beatrice's brain just went yeah, right.

Cue the Oscar-worthy street performance.

The cops barked, "All of you—station, now!"

"Hold up, we've got major dirt to spill," Violet added, laying out the pond's buried-bones situation.

Jane's half-choked blood turned to full-on panic. "No, no—she's lying, don't listen to her!"

Violet whipped out the video showing the Fairfax ladies and Mark digging away.

No amount of Jane's sobbing denials stopped the cops from grabbing tools and hightailing them to the pond's center tree.

Jane crumpled to the ground.

It's over. Done. What now... Call that person? Yeah, she'll fix this. She buried that Chapman mess years back—that'll be cake for her!

Beatrice shot Jane a frosty side-eye.

That freakout seals it.

Everyone's hearts were pounding, but the answer was obvious.

They dug a ring around the tree.

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