The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate
Chapter 1734

Frowning, I entered the room to replace her sprawled on the floor, clutching her son while weeping theatrically.

The sight of her forced tears and puffy face only served to irritate me further.

Without a word, I stood coldly by the door, my gaze fixed on them both.

Debbie’s sobs subsided after a few minutes under my scrutiny.

She wiped away non-existent tears and looked up.

“Mr.

Pierce, what brings you here? Have you identified the true killer?”

Meeting her gaze with a neutral expression, I replied calmly, “This is a transcript of a conversation obtained by hacking your phone.

I trust you recognize its contents.

”

I placed the transcript on the table in front of her.

The chat log dated back to this morning, just after news of Keenan’s death broke.

An unknown number messaged Debbie.

“Your husband died at Andrew’s manor.

If you want significant compensation, listen closely.

”

Debbie replied curtly, “Who are you? What do you want?”

“My identity isn’t important.

Just know your husband had an affair with Debra.

The evidence is on his phone; it’s a chat log with his assistant.

Andrew cares deeply for Debra.

As long as you accuse her of murder, Andrew will Likely react.

That’s your leverage for a hefty payout.

”

Debbie froze, her body going rigid.

She stared at the chat transcript, likely stunned that I’d hacked her phone.

After a tense silence, she shook her head vehemently and denied everything.

“This is a setup!

I’ve never seen these messages! My phone even went missing this morning.

Someone must have set me up!”

Andrew’s POV:

My patience snapped like a brittle twig.

Tired of Debbie’s nonsense, I flung Keenan’s phone right in front of her.

“Look sharp and see for yourself.

Every text from Keenan shows he’d been eyeing Debra!”

Debbie trembled, fixated on the phone as if it held the secrets of the universe.

Silence stretched between us.

I wasn’t in the mood to coddle her.

“If you need more proof, consider this: the IP address of the number that told Keenan to go to the room on the top floor last night wasn’t in my manor.

That alone clears Debra of any wrongdoing.

”

Debbie’s head shot up, desperation written all over her face.

“But that doesn’t prove Debra didn’t kill my husband!”

She was clinging to straws, and it was frustrating.

I looked at her sharply and stated firmly, “Your husband’s death was caused by drug poisoning and excessive s@xual desire.

The waiter who died alongside him had no connection to Debra.

He purchased the aphrodisiac himself, so Debra had no opportunity to tamper with it.

”

Every clue pointed away from Debra’s involvement.

Debbie’s shoulders shook as she whispered, “No way! It’s that Debra, that snake, who killed my husband! She’s to blame!”

“Debbie Olson,” I warned, “Debra suffers too.

If you even think about framing her, not only will you see no money from me, but you’ll also be broke in no time.

”