Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband’s Regret

Chapter 923:noveldrama

Officers walked past the glass with barely a glance in her direction, uninterested in her tirade.

Her frustration intensified. She struck the metal table with her hand, the jolt sending tingles up her arm.

“Is anyone paying attention? I want my agent! Get my agent! Get my attorney!”

Her throat burned from the relentless screaming.

At that exact moment, the interrogation room door swung open.

Leonard stepped inside, wearing a calm, practiced grin.

“Briley, sorry you had to endure this mess,” he said softly. “You’re free to leave. I’ve covered your release.”

Before he could say more, Briley launched a sharp kick at his leg.

“Worthless! Where the hell have you been? What have you been doing?”

Leonard didn’t flinch, though pain shot up his calf. He maintained the grin and gave a respectful nod.

“Forgive me. There was a jam on the way, and I had to coordinate with someone about the media circus outside. Took longer than expected.”

Internally, he was scoffing. Coordinate? More like fuel the drama.

But Briley wasn’t paying attention anymore. She brushed past him with a glare.

“Whatever. Let’s get the hell out of this dump.”

She marched ahead, eager to flee the suffocating station.

Leonard followed close behind, lowering his voice.

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“There’s a press crowd waiting. Be careful with your statements.”

Without pausing, Briley pulled out a compact mirror and freshened her lipstick mid-stride.

She didn’t spare him a glance.

“Please. Don’t lecture me on how to face reporters.”

Leonard shut up immediately.

If she thought she had everything under control, he’d let her take the fall. This was merely the opening act.

Briley polished her perfect media smile—meticulously honed after endless practice—and pushed through the building’s front door.

Just as anticipated, a chaotic wall of reporters swarmed in, cameras and microphones pointed right at her.

Flashbulbs, flashing in rapid succession, lit up the night like fireworks.

Briley remained composed, offering a graceful nod.

“Thank you for your concern. I have done nothing wrong. There has clearly been a misunderstanding—someone is trying to frame me. I trust law enforcement will—”

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