Chapter 159
Naomi’s words did more than just wash her hands of the whole mess-they painted herself as the perfect innocent victim.
Thanks to her performance, suspicion swung back toward Lindsay.
Mr. Wilson’s brow furrowed as he glanced, troubled, in Yves’ direction.
Catching Mr. Wilson’s look, Yves spoke calmly, “Just follow protocol, Mr. Wilson. There’s no need to show anyone special treatment.”
His words made things easier for Mr. Wilson, and, more importantly, made it clear whose side he was on.
When it came to Lindsay, Yves’ trust was absolute.
Mr. Wilson was about to speak when, suddenly, several police officers entered the room.
The captain wasted no time. “Who called the police?”
Mr. Wilson stepped forward and explained the entire situation.
Naomi seized the moment, pointing straight at Lindsay. “She did it. You should arrest her.”
Lindsay, accused and unfazed, only smirked, her eyes full of biting sarcasm.
“Do you have any evidence that this woman is responsible?” the police captain demanded, looking directly at Naomi.
Naomi faltered, unable to come up with a single word.
“So, you have no evidence. Without evidence, your accusation is nothing more than slander.”
“No! There were only three of us in the restroom. If it wasn’t her, then who else could it be?” Naomi protested, her voice strained.
The police captain raised an eyebrow. “Weren’t you in the restroom too? That makes you a suspect as well. From the moment I walked in, you’ve done nothing but try to clear your own name.”
“I have nothing to hide there’s nothing to clear!” Naomi shot back, fists clenched.
“That’s enough. I’m not going to waste more time arguing,” the captain said, sweeping his gaze over the group. “Since no one’s willing to admit responsibility, all the suspects will have to come down to the station for questioning.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than Naomi sprang up in protest. “No way! I didn’t do anything-why should you take me in for questioning? Are you trying to force a confession?”
She knew all too well that the police station was the last place she wanted to go- especially with a polygraph waiting.
“It’s not up to you,” the captain replied sternly. “If you’re a suspect, you cooperate with our investigation.”
Naomi’s anxiety was written all over her face. Did she really have no choice but to go? And where on earth was Joseph?
“The officer is right-we should all cooperate,” Lindsay suddenly spoke up after keeping quiet through the whole ordeal. “I have a video that might help clear things up.” She handed her phone to the police captain.
Naomi’s eyes widened with terror as she stared at Lindsay’s phone. Her heart pounded in her chest and panic washed over her. She shot Lindsay a furious look So this was it Lindsay had waited until things got out of hand just to deliver the final blow?
Just as Naomi feared, the captain and Mr. and Mrs. Wilson watched the video,
their faces growing darker with each passing second.
Mrs. Wilson, especially, lost her composure. She jabbed a finger at Naomi, her voice trembling with rage. “I’ve done nothing to you, and
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“No!” Naomi protested desperately.
But her objection meant nothing—everyone in the Design Department wanted to know the truth. Sure, they loved a bit of gossip, but no one wanted to see an innocent person get blamed.
In the end, the video from the restroom was played in front of everyone. The footage was crystal clear, with not a hint of tampering undeniably real.