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    Not even a minuteter, Ronald’s phone started to ring. The moment he pressed answer, Tracy’s shrill cries came through the line.


    “I’m afraid that Miss Haynes refuses to cooperate with the authorities, Sir. She is causing amotion and insists on seeing you,” Ronald said, sounding matter-of-fact as he reported the situation.


    “Since when were you incapable of handling such trifles?” Brian snapped coldly.


    Hearing this, Ronald was more certain than ever that Tracy no longer held any significance in Brian’s heart. It was all the permission he needed, and he went on to handle the situation without any second thoughts.


    Ronald was about to hang up when Tracy suddenly lunged at him, grabbing his clothes with one hand while reaching for his phone with the other.


    “Brian, has there been a misunderstanding? I’m begging you, meet with me and let me exin myself!”


    “There’s no need!”


    “No, this must be a mistake! I’m innocent in this matter; I’m a victim too! I never conspired with Neal—he forced me to go along with his ns! Brian, you have to believe me! I refuse to admit to crimes I did notmit. And I’m not leaving until youe here and hear me out! The only way they’re taking me out of here is when I’ve turned into a cold, dead body!”


    Brian gritted his teeth and scowled. “Ronald, put me on speaker.”


    Tracy’s heart leapt with joy and relief when she heard that. She presumed that Brian had changed his mind and was finally willing to listen to her.


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    Beaming with newfound confidence, Tracy stood up straight and fixed her hair. “That’s great, Brian. You’re finally willing to hear me out!” But before she could soar even higher, Brian’s icy words mmed her back down to the ground.


    “I will only say this once, so listen carefully. If you want tomit suicide, that’s your own choice.”


    “Business. It has nothing to do with me. There’s nothing you can threaten me with, not even your life!”


    “No, Brian! You’ve got it all wrong!” Tracy’s voice was desperate, a plea for understanding, but before she could exin further, the call was abruptly ended. Brian’s silence on the other end felt like a rejection, leaving her words to hang unanswered in the air.


    Seizing the moment, the officers stepped forward, their tone firm yet measured. “Tracy Haynes, we need you to cooperate with the investigation.”


    Tracy’s defiance red, her refusal sharp and unyielding. She resisted every attempt to investigate with her, her pride and fear shing in a storm of emotions. But when the glint of handcuffs appeared, something inside her shattered. Panic took over, and she bolted, her feet pounding against the ground as if her very life depended on it. The officers gave chase, their shouts blending with Tracy’s frantic cries. “Stop! You can’t do this to me; I’m pregnant!” she screamed, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and defiance.


    The officers hesitated, unsure whether she was fabricating the im to buy time or if she was speaking the truth. They exchanged uneasy nces, uncertain how to proceed. Their gaze turned to Ronald, who had been watching the scene unfold silently.


    Ronald, his expression calm yet distant, gave a subtle nod, confirming Tracy’s words.


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