Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 199: Chapter 199

My gut told me this was way beyond Gemma's capabilities.
She was not acting alone, and someone sent her.
But I didn't know who that was. Forrest?
My heart skipped a beat. I remembered the man that Forrest had mentioned back on that deserted island.
It seemed both Forrest and Gemma worked for that man. If I was not wrong, when Gemma pretended to get close to me and played the victim to stay by my side, it was probably all on that man's orders.
I couldn't figure out who that man really was, but Gemma was right about one thing: the surveillance footage in her hands was exactly what I needed.
This might be the only smoking gun I have right now to bring Ben and Bernie to justice.
After a moment of thought, I fixed Gemma with a steady gaze and asked in a low voice, "What do you want in return?"
I didn't believe that Gemma would be so kind-hearted as to just show up at my door with evidence.
Gemma raised an eyebrow and said, "It's simple. You drop the charges and stop pursuing what I did at Madden Group. Also, you must keep it a secret from the police that the video came from me."
"That's it?" I asked in disbelief, frowning as I sized up Gemma. I couldn't help but wonder if she was up to something.
"Ever since Madden Group filed that police report, I can't even move freely around Enschester anymore. I'm sick and tired of living like a fugitive. Deal?" Gemma said.
I was not that naive, so there was no way I'd buy her flimsy excuse.
But since those were her stated terms, I was happy to play along. I flashed Gemma a quick smile and said, "Deal."
Hearing this, Gemma immediately reached into her pocket and pulled out a flash drive containing the original copy of the surveillance footage.
After handing it to me, she got up and left my apartment without another word.
The moment she left, I rushed into the study and plugged the flash drive into my computer. After verifying the video was intact, I immediately called Robert.
"Mr. Taylor, I've got the key evidence. Are you at the police station? I'm driving over now!" I said directly.
An hour later, I arrived at the Hurlen Town Police Station.
When I showed Robert the video, his brow furrowed deeply.
Realizing the gravity of the situation, he immediately handed the flash drive over to the tech department to verify its authenticity.
"Ms. Hinton, if this video is authentic, then this is a heinous contract killing case. We'll never let such depraved criminals walk free," Robert said, still visibly shaken by the footage and seething with righteous anger.
I still felt uneasy—after all, the flash drive had come from Gemma, and I couldn't be sure if the video was authentic.
Finally, the tech department came back with their findings.
They confirmed the surveillance footage was authentic. When police re-examined Andrew's drowning case, they discovered that the cameras around the reservoir had conveniently malfunctioned that day.
Based on the current analysis, the killer most likely tampered with the evidence after the incident.
Robert asked, "Ms. Hinton, could you tell me how you obtained this footage?"
Hearing that, I couldn't help but feel a little shocked.
I still couldn't figure out how the people behind Gemma managed to pull it off.
"Sorry, I promised the provider I'd keep it confidential," I said solemnly to Robert, still keeping my word to Gemma. "Now that the video's authenticity is confirmed, can we press charges against Bernie and Ben?"
Robert's expression turned grave. "Not yet. We must first apprehend Leon before we can proceed with the formal investigation procedures."
I asked anxiously, "So, when are you arresting Leon?"
Robert narrowed his eyes and replied, "Now!"
The police had already tracked Leon's whereabouts.
After my strong insistence, Robert finally agreed to take me along.
Robert was driving when he hesitated before asking, "Ms. Hinton, I have a question. It might be a bit forward."
I paused for a moment, then said softly, "Mr. Taylor, feel free to speak your mind."
"When I was working on your mother's case, I looked into all her relatives, which naturally included you. From what I found, you were separated from your parents when you were young and only reunited with them this year. So, I assume you're not particularly close to them." Robert paused, casting a glance at me as if trying to read my reaction.
I smiled slightly, already understanding his implication. "You want to ask why I care so much for my mom, yet I'm willing to turn against my father and see him punished. Right?"
"Sorry if this is too personal..." Robert apologized.
I cut him off with a smile. "Oh, it's fine. The reason's simple. I'm just the type who holds on tight. When I feel genuine care and kindness, I don't want to lose it."
Whether it was family or love, whether it was Shirley or Quinn, they were the ones who gave me genuine warmth during my darkest moments.
I want to protect Shirley. Even if people call me a traitor to my own father for putting him behind bars, I couldn't care less.
As we talked, the car pulled into Hurlen Town.
A plainclothes officer approached us. Robert rolled down his window, and the officer leaned in, whispering something quietly in his ear.
Robert furrowed his brow. "When did the suspect enter? Have you confirmed that? Are there any other exits around the hotel? Make sure to have people guarding every possible way out!"
The plainclothes officer glanced at me, but Robert quickly explained, "She's a witness. No need to hold back."
The plainclothes officer whispered, "The suspect has been inside for an hour. He should be out in about five minutes. This was a last-minute op, so we're short-staffed. No time to get a female officer from the station now."
Though unclear about the specifics, I was filled with anxiety after hearing their conversation.
The plainclothes officer glanced at me hesitantly. "Maybe we could have Ms. Hinton..."
"No way!" Robert snapped.
I couldn't hold back any longer. "Mr. Taylor, what's the situation? Is there anything I can do to help?"
My gut told me that if we failed to catch Leon this time, we would alert him, and he would go into hiding.
Robert paused for a moment, then said, "The hotel across the street has been operating as an illegal brothel for years, and Leon is a regular. The manager is very cautious and only lets familiar customers in. If we just barge in, Leon will probably escape through a back exit before we can catch him."
"Would a female officer be able to get in?" I asked.
The plainclothes officer replied, "Usually, posing as a job applicant will get you in. They won't suspect a thing."
"I see." I nodded.
After understanding the situation, I volunteered, "I'll do it. Just tell me what I need to do once I'm inside."
Robert shook his head firmly. "Ms. Hinton, it's way too dangerous. You haven't had any professional training!"
"So what now? Are we just going to sit here and let Leon slip away?!" I said with agitation.