My Husband, Warm The Bed

Chapter 1911

The other party replied promptly. The message read, "Mr. Jefferson, I sent you a letter not long ago too. I believe that you haven't forgotten it that quickly."

As they had mentioned the letter, Jefferson grew even more certain of their intention.

Previously, in order to prevent Jefferson from investigating the Hefner family's case, they had framed him for murder, and even dragged Quill and the others into it.

At present, they were not targeting Jefferson directly anymore. Instead, they used the same modus operandi on his and Adrienne's friends.

Even though Jefferson knew their tricks, he still did not have enough evidence to prove Freya's innocence.

However, Jefferson was a man of actions. Since the previous incident, he had long made preparations and arranged for people to ferret out the mastermind behind the scheme.

Jefferson had received some clues recently, but he still could not confirm anything until that moment.

The fact that his friends were targeted so swiftly was absolute confirmation that he was on the right track. The aggressor was driven to act out of desperation and fear that Jefferson would continue investigating.

Jefferson thought it would be rude of him to not reply so he tapped out a message on the screen with his slender fingers. The message wrote, "I haven't forgotten! How would I dare to forget? But whether I comply with your orders or not depends on my mood. I've been in a bad mood recently, so I can't tell what kind of atrocious things I might end up doing."© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

Jefferson had been called a devil for years; he truly did not fear anything. If he didn't act then, the other party might think that he had lost his edge.

After Jefferson sent the message, there was no reply, just an endless wait.

Staring at the rising sun outside the window, Jefferson's sensual lips curled upwards. Even though he was smiling, it was the type of smile that gave people chills and made them stay away.

No matter how long the dark night was, it would eventually pass and be replaced with the brightness and warmth of daylight.

Most animals were diurnal. That was even more so for humans. Daytime was the prime time for

living.

No matter what dark corner the other party was hiding in, or how ruthless they were, Jefferson swore that he would apprehend all of them.

They would not have any future opportunities to even think about hurting him, let alone any chance to carry out their plans.

Jefferson was thoroughly interested to find out what kind of person the hidden mastermind was.

• • •

The results of the DNA profiling test were released. Adrienne got the information first hand. She really couldn't believe that Freya's DNA had matched the hair found in the victim's house perfectly.

Adrienne couldn't wrap her mind around it. She didn't want to believe it. She lamented, "Jefferson, how could this be?"

Jefferson, who had long predicted the truth, was as calm as a millpond. "The evidence is right in front of us. We have to accept it no matter how much disbelief we're in. Don't worry, just do what you have to do. I'm going over to see Freya now."

Concerned, Adrienne spoke up again, "I have a gut feeling that something is off about this case... Jefferson, do you still remember the murder case that happened at the bar? You were nearly roped into it too." "I told you not to worry about it, didn't I? You just have to do what you have to do, that's all." Jefferson caressed Adrienne's head and took the documents from her hand. "Be a good girl and get some rest. Let's go and eat some good food later." "How could I bring myself to eat good food when Freya is in this sort of situation..." Even though Adrienne protested, her worries subsided after seeing Jefferson's confident mannerisms. "I'm dead tired from pulling an all-nighter. I can barely keep my eyes open, so I'm going to take a short nap in the office. Let me know once you've received any good news."

"Okay, go take a nap now." After Adrienne had returned to her office, Jefferson headed for the criminal investigation department.

He was the one in charge of interrogating Freya that time.

In the interrogation room,

Freya, who hadn't slept all night, didn't look well either. The dark circles under her eyes were prominent. Jefferson handed her a glass of water and said, "I didn't expect well be meeting each other here."

"Not even in my wildest dreams had I envisioned that." Holding the glass, Freya took a couple of sips from it. Her parched throat felt much better after doing so. She piped up again, "Apparently, it's a sign of misfortune if your teeth chatter when you drink. I've finally experienced it now."

Jefferson sat down and began the interrogation. "Miss Langham, you insisted that you had never been to the victim's house. I'd like an explanation for why your fingerprints were found on a cup in the victim's house, and why your hair was also found at the scene.

"My hair? So the DNA profiling test is done?" Freya was still quite composed. Perhaps it was because she trusted Jefferson.

Jefferson handed the documents to her and said, "Have a look at it yourself."

The results indicated that the hair in the victim's house was a perfect match with Freya's DNA. With a bitter smile, Freya replied, "Jeff... Captain Hefner, on the day of the incident, I went back home around 4 o' clock in the afternoon and stayed there since then. I didn't go anywhere else during that period of time. I don't even know where the victim lives, so how could I have killed her? I'm also confused as to why my fingerprints and hair were at the scene."

Jefferson knew that Freya was a scapegoat, but since he had no evidence to prove that, he could only perform his duty as a police officer accordingly. "Why are you still trying to quibble when the evidence is right here?"

Freya insisted, "I didn't kill anyone. I'm telling the truth. Please don't frame an innocent person."

"Well find more evidence regarding the case." Jefferson did not clarify whether it was evidence pointing towards Freya being guilty or evidence that could prove her innocence, but Freya seemed to understand the meaning behind his words. They were childhood friends, so how could she not understand him? She replied, "Alright, I'll be waiting for the day that the truth comes to light. Please rest assured that I won't do anything that will put me in a disadvantage before then."

"I'm glad you understand. Well have to detain you for the time being. Do you have any problems with that?" Jefferson asked.

Freya shook her head.

The reason Jefferson decided to detain Freya was to deceive the other party, and also to ensure Freya's safety.

Jefferson knew how ruthless his opponents were. If his plan failed, they would probably lash out cruelly. He couldn't rule out the possibility of them killing Freya.

If that happened, she would probably be accused of committing suicide to escape punishment for the murder. They would no longer be able to claim that she was innocent.

Therefore, the Paramount Criminal Police Team headquarters was the safest place in the world for Freya at the moment.

Innocent people had already been implicated because of Jefferson. He didn't want anyone to come to any harm because of him either, especially a close childhood friend of his.

• • •

After leaving the interrogation room, Jefferson gave an order immediately to retrieve surveillance videos from around Freya's residence.

As long as the surveillance recordings showed that Freya had never once left her house after she returned there, then it was strong enough evidence to prove that it wasn't Freya who left her fingerprints and hair in the victim's house.

"Jefferson, how's Freya?" As soon Jefferson had finished giving his orders, Freddy rushed in, disregarding the people who were holding him back. "Jefferson, Freya wouldn't murder anyone! You have to believe in her."

"Apprehend him!" Jefferson barked as he turned to look sharply at Freddy. "Do you think I own this place? Do you think I can let anyone go as long as I believe that they are innocent?"

Freddy stuttered, "I..."

Jefferson then approached him and poked him hard on the forehead. "Freddy, you're an adult. Please think before you act."