Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 201: Chapter 201

I casually brushed her hair back while discreetly tapping her earpiece twice. It was the prearranged signal to Robert that the suspect had appeared.
"Ms. Hinton," Robert responded immediately, "our team will arrive in five minutes."
'Five more minutes? But Leon is leaving right now!' I thought anxiously.
Seeing him press the elevator button, I quickly had an idea and called out to him, "Mr. Scott!"
Leon froze for a moment, then turned to face me warily. "You calling me?"
"You know Mr. Scott?" The receptionist beside me looked genuinely surprised.
I flashed a coy smile and said, "Of course! A friend of mine mentioned you. She said you're well-known in our line of work. Generous, and really skilled too."
"Is that so?" Leon beamed with pride at my praise, but then his smile suddenly froze. Fixing me with a piercing gaze, he demanded, "What's your friend's name?"
I froze in place, a cold sweat instantly breaking out on my back.
"Nana," I said with a strained smile, pulling the name out of thin air and thinking Leon wouldn't suspect a thing.
In this line of work, no one used their real name. Leon had been with many women, so I figured there was no way he remembered all their aliases.
The moment I finished speaking, a chillingly sinister smile crept across Leon's face.
He signaled to the man beside me. Before I could react, the man lunged from behind and clamped down hard on both my wrists, snarling, "What the hell are you really here for?"
"Sir, what are you doing? I told you, I'm here for the job interview!" My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled against his grip. "Let go, you're hurting me!"
The man didn't release his grip.
Leon strode toward me, his calloused hand clamping down on my jaw with brutal force. He sneered, his breath hot against my face, "Never heard of any 'Nana.' And I've only ever slept with three women in my life."
I was stunned. Who would've thought Leon would actually be this… loyal when it came to something like that?
"Mr. Scott, you've got it all wrong..." I stammered, at a complete loss for words.
"Maybe you want to be the fourth one?" Leon cut me off, running his hand over my cheek. Panic surged through me, and I instinctively turned my head away—only to feel the earpiece slip out.
"What the hell is this?!" Leon's eyes widened in shock. Realizing the truth, he roared, "Damn it! You're a cop!"
"Mr. Scott, take the secret passage—now!" the receptionist shouted urgently.
Helplessly, I watched as Leon bolted for the stairwell. The receptionist still restrained me, and no matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't break free. So I could shout toward the earpiece on the floor, "Mr. Taylor, Leon is escaping through the stairwell!"
No sooner had I spoken than Leon came stumbling back.
Meanwhile, the elevator doors slid open with a "ding," and several police officers burst out, swarming Leon and pinning him to the floor.
Robert emerged from the stairwell and barked at the receptionist, "Let go now!"
The man behind me released his grip in fright and raised his hands.
"Ms. Hinton, are you all right?" Robert asked, his voice laced with concern.
"I'm fine," I said, steadying myself as I flexed my sore wrists. "Thank God you got here in time."
Leon was taken back to the police station, and the interrogation from there on would be handled by the professionals.
"Ms. Hinton, we couldn't have apprehended Leon without your help. Thank you," Robert said, expressing his gratitude. He then offered to arrange a police car to take me home.
"It's okay. I drove here," I declined.
Feeling utterly spent, I dragged myself out of the police station, every step heavier than the last.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was a call from Quinn.