His Devious Rule

Chapter 259 Well Planned



Chapter 259 Well Planned

At the police agency,

When Anya stepped inside the agency, a captain greeted her, "Officer Owen, this way." She realized Jason took care of things for her.

Anya demanded as they went towards the police deputy-chief room, "I will write a complaint. But I will be interrogating those men."

'"Err-" Captain had heard she will take care of the case in his name. But he was afraid if she does something wrong it will be tagged to his name.

Anya looked at the captain with a distant gaze, "Any issues?" Although she questioned, there was no room for his interruption. She might be looking like a slender pretty lady but her presence was enough to pressure him to agree with her.

The captain could do nothing but guide her to the interrogation room. But the moment he stepped inside the room, what he witnessed made his heart palpitate like he was having a heart attack.

Right, Anya slipped the pen from Captain's pocket as she strode to the men. She grabbed the hair of the motorbike rider and pulled his head behind until he screamed in pain. The pen in her hand spun and she thrust the pen tip towards his eye.

The pillion rider's scream filled the room without the pen tip touching the eye. The bike rider froze in horror, on the verge of losing his soul before losing his eyes.

The pillion rider was covered in cold sweat and blood, unable to breathe witnessing everything closely. He shook thinking of the consequences as he was the one who was about to snap the little boy's head.

The room was filled with murderous air. Anya clenched her teeth and sneered "Let me see what you love the most, money or your eyes." Her menacing voice raised the gooseflesh of the men.

The rider blurted out, frightened at just the first move, "I will tell, I will tell…."

The captain breathed a sigh of relief when Anya left the man. He clicked on a button to record the process.

Anya impatiently asked, "Why did you try to kill my son?"

Captain: "…"

He realized where the anger and bloodthirsty were coming from.

The man who just got the taste of great suffering was shaking when he confessed, "I-I got a half million cash from a man with your son's picture and your address, with a promise of another half-million after completing the job. I don't know him, the amount was large so I didn't care.

We had followed you on Sunday but couldn't do anything as other men were keeping an eye on you. Then we got to know about your son's school, we couldn't do anything yesterday. We attacked as soon as we got the chance today."

Anya made a note somebody was keeping an eye on her. 'Alvin's men?' He worries a lot about her safety. She brushed off his thought as swift as it appeared in her mind.

Anyway, Anya didn't get happy so easily after hearing his confession. Until she makes the master mind regret, she couldn't sit calm. "Where would you have collected the money if you had completed your bloody job?"

The killing was a job? She couldn't believe it could be a career and he said so easily.

The rider uneasily moved on his chair looking at her intimidating steely gray eyes. He could feel she was holding back from doing anything to him. He responded unresistingly, "He said, he will send cash to my place." Thus the rider had no idea who that man was or where he stayed.

Anya couldn't believe this man was killing her son for merely a half million. And how the hell did he believe that another man would give him another half million?

They didn't have the name, no contact details. So she has to check any security footage. She asked another question, "Where and when did you meet him?"

His gaze alternated between the pen in her hand and her pretty face. Both looked deadly when he fearfully continued to utter everything. "A small alleyway, shantytown, around… half-past eleven in the night on Saturday when I was drinking on my way home."

He had heard that this woman was a gold digger, living off a rich man. But recalling how she threw the heavy traffic cone and interrogated him, he regretted accepting the job.

Anya gritted her teeth, there were no cameras in that area so she wouldn't get a single clue. She took a breath to stay calm and asked word for word clearly, "Did you see his face?"

The rider shivered when he heard her serene, mellow voice that was no less of a threat. He tried to remember and shook his head anxiously, "I-I couldn't see his face properly. There was hardly any light in the alle.…"

'Pak,' Anya slapped him across the face which was filled with bruises. He fell with the chair and groaned in pain.

Everything was well planned. The place, the time, and the drunkenness when that man met the rider were carefully chosen. They used cash and left no clue.

The captain quickly turned off the recording in case Anya continued to beat the men.

"Now rot in the prison together." She kicked them and strode out.

The captain followed her as he heard her instruction. "Look into every detail of the two men. Check the validity of their confession. If you get any leads, report them to me immediately. The progress of the case should be confidential."

Although the attempted murder of her son wasn't a critical case as they were influential people, she would prioritize it and maintain the secrecy of the details so that they don't lose evidence.

"Sure, Officer Owen." He followed her out. Considering the Commanding officer's involvement, he knew the importance of the case.

Anya lodged a formal complaint and submitted the video proof of the attack. Paid fine for Alvin's action in the public without the need for his presence.

Leaving the agency, she messaged Melvin, [Anything fruitful?]

[Nothing yet.]

Pressing her brows, she grimaced at the thought of her son's life in danger. If she couldn't dig up the truth, Zane's life would continue to be in danger.

She didn't want Zane to live in any kind of fear. She hoped he could forget today's experience unlike her. Forgetting is a blessing, or else he will have to suffer like her.

'Should I bring him out after school?' But she was afraid that the crowd or two-wheelers might frighten him.

'How about keeping him busy?' But she didn't want to forcefully make him do that. She decided to ask Zane and make sure to be with him.

Suddenly a person popped into her mind. She sent a message to Melvin, [Look into Gianna Sallow's activities.]

She hoped Gianna wasn't a fool to provoke her. If it turned out to be her, Anya swore to destroy her this time even if the whole Matthews family stands against her.

...

Getting a taxi, she returned to the Elite School. Zane was just five years old. What he witnessed wasn't something to forget easily. She wanted to be close in case he calls her, she could be there for him immediately.

Going to a cafe that was just across the road from the school, she was ordering coffee when her eyes fell on the donation box which had various coins, and bank notes of different amounts.

A plan popped into her mind. Half a million couldn't be gathered penny by penny. It has to be drawn from a bank recently or long ago. And the bank has the details of the serial number of all the banknotes drawn. If she was able to track it, they could reach the mastermind.

She immediately called the captain of the attempt to murder case, "Find out what he did with the money. Collect the serial number of banknotes and find out where and who has drawn them. Keep this highly confidential."

By hook or by crook, even if she has to flip the city to find the person, she will punish the person.

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While Rob and others were trying to find the person, Alvin went to the police agency to get Anya but she had left a few minutes ago.

He couldn't aimlessly look in the city and she wasn't answering his call. Thus he reached out to Sophia and asked her to call Anya and know where she was.

However, the call returned with, 'Mr. Matthews, Ms. Owen said she has some work and ended the call.'

Of course, she could easily see through the petty ideas. What made him feel pathetic was she wasn't answering only his calls.


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