My Life with the CEO
HOSTAGES
After a few days of investigation. The couple, who made the report about a commercial sex worker on Andrew's yacht, admitted that it was all done on purpose. The couple had been paid by their neighbor Bertha.
They are still in the iron bars. Luxury cars and accounts have been detained by police, as evidence. While the two fake dancers, have confessed from the beginning. They could not bear the torment of a smooth body, a very valuable self-property.
They also pointed out who the reporters and the beach police were involved in the bribes. Although the police and the journalist initially disavowed, but based on evidence from several witnesses, they were forced to admit it. Coastal police and journalists threatened to be revoked as well as his right to cover the news.
And with all that evidence, the police have the right to call Bertha and be questioned in court. The woman had to confess to every evil plan she had and take responsibility for her actions.
One more step forward to resolve the case and clear his family's good name. Andrew could breathe a little sigh of relief at the hard work of his subordinates, who were constantly searching for evidence and turning the brain day and night.
Today is the day that we are waiting for. The police will come to Bertha's house. She led the woman to the police station. Four policemen and a detective came with a call. They were in front of Berta's house that looked silent. Many times they knock but there is no truth.
Two people were standing in front of the entrance and two others were planning to look from the back of the house. The house was closed and quiet. Passing neighbors also said that they had not seen them for a day.
In various ways, two policemen finally managed to get into the house. A policeman stood in front and another man in the back. Carefully the two policemen slipped inside, searching every corner and stopping at a closed door.
Slowly, the police opened the door. When the door of the room was about a quarter open, they saw a deformed young man who was already emaciated, sitting in a wheelchair with his head drooping. The urine bag is on the side of the wheelchair and the other side is an infusion support barrel. Saliva dripped from his mouth, eyes staring blankly at a corner. It's so horrible.
A policeman came forward to approach the disabled man, but a blow to the back of the head stopped him and the policeman fell down. Blood began to seep out from his injured head. Another policeman, who was behind the door, saw the attack, immediately pushed open the door violently and pointed a gun.
The firearm had been aimed at the figure of a woman who looked luxurious, with a flaming red lipstick that dyed her pale face. The woman grinned broadly staring at the police who could do nothing. The policeman looked tense with his index finger still on the trigger of the gun.
In Bertha's arms there was Leonel who resigned with a swollen face. His legs looked weak and struggled to stand up. His hands were hanging weakly, as if they were muscular. Leonel's eyes were still swollen and untreatable, looking painstakingly open. The corner of his lips swelled up with pus. A large kitchen knife held by Bertha, wrapped around Leonel's neck.
