Chapter 12 - Interrogating The Cold-Hearted Mother
Luca walked slowly into the opulent suite, his leather shoes clicking rhythmically against the expensive marble flooring.
“You thought you could leave my wife to bleed and freeze while you drank champagne in paradise,” Luca said quietly.
“Luca! Thank God you’re here!” Jessi cried, lunging forward before federal agents pulled her back by her arms.
“Tell these thugs to take these cuffs off us! Stephanie and I deserve to live in luxury, not this humiliation!”
“You spent thirty-eight thousand dollars intended for infant care and postpartum recovery on boutique shopping sprees,” Luca stated.
“We needed a vacation! You were away in Singapore making a fortune! You wouldn't even notice a missing fraction!” Jessi argued.
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Luca’s eyes flashed with pure ice as he pulled out his tablet, tapping the screen to play the home audio logs.
The chilling sound of Jessi laughing while turning off the apartment radiator echoed loudly across the luxury penthouse suite.
