Chapter 229

Robert and Victor were taken aback. Since when did the police work so efficiently? In unison, they exclaimed, “That fast?”

Zane had no desire to continue talking to these two. He could feel a pair of dagger–like eyes boring into his back. If it wasn’t Jeremiah, it had to be Andrew. His guess was spot on. Andrew’s impatient voice rang out, “What are you dawdling for?”

Robert, seeing Andrew’s hostile attitude, saw an opportunity to stir up trouble. Before he could say anything, Zane turned back and replied in a calm, unbothered tone, I’ll go right away.”

Zane then gave Robert a brief, dismissive glance and walked toward the office without another word. The contrast in their attitudes was stark.

After Zane left, Robert was left standing there alone, feeling utterly humiliated. “This is so embarrassing, he thought, as the subtle, curious glances from the people around him made his face burn. With nowhere to vent his anger, Robert could only curse Zane inwardly, thinking. That ungrateful jerk.

In the interrogation room, Norbert noticed that the monitor had been turned off. Remembering what his colleague had said, he gritted his teeth and decided to take a chance. If he didn’t ask now, he might never get another opportunity. The forty–year–old officer next to him understood his predicament and whispered a few encouraging words, giving him a supportive look. Norbert, feeling a bit embarrassed, turned to Yvette, who was sitting there.

Norbert cleared his throat and asked, “Hello, Ms. Zeller, I heard you know some traditional medicine. Is that true!”

Yvete lifted her half–lidded eyes, her cool gaze shining with a hint of light. She sat in a casual, relaxed posture, glancing at Norbert with a nonchalant expression. “Yes, I know a little,” she replied.

Norbert was surprised by her friendly response. He hadn’t expected such a high–level expert to be so approachable. ‘No wonder she has the skills to be part of that organization, he thought. ‘She’s different from those who look down on others. Feeling both honored and nervous, he continued politely, “Ms. Zeller, could you please help me? Last time, you helped Lachlan, the old police officer, and he’s now as fit as a fiddle. Even the hospital called it a miracle. I have a personal health issue, and I was wondering if you could check my pulse. Feeling a bit embarrassed, Norbert hesitated, unsure if he should continue. This is kind of awkward, he thought. Yvette is so young, and this is a sensitive topic.

The forty–year–old officer, sensing Norbert’s hesitation, quickly jumped in. “Ms. Zeller, Norbert has been struggling with infertility for years. He’s seen many doctors but nothing has worked. His wife is even considering divorce because of this. If you know traditional medicine, could you please help him? How much do you charge for a consultation? Norbert will pay whatever you ask.”

Norbert nodded vigorously. “If you can help me, I’m willing to do whatever it takes, even if it means going bankrupt.”

Yvette’s fingers, which had been tapping lightly, paused for a moment. Her consultation fee was far beyond what he could. afford, even if he went bankrupt. She glanced at the two anxious men, her gaze cool and detached. After a brief pause, she said in a flat tone. “Extend your hand.”

Hearing this, Norbert, who had been on edge, rolled up his sleeve with the fastest speed he had ever managed and extended his hand. The door to the interrogation room opened again. Yvette paused mid–sentence, not even lifting her head, and then continued. She already knew who it was from the sound of the footsteps.

Add the last two herbs, angelica and ginseng, and simmer them over low heat for six hours. Take one dose in the morning and one in the evening. In half a month, you should see the results you want. Yvette said.

Norbert was almost in tears. After years of seeking medical help and facing repeated failures, he had become disillusioned. But now, someone was telling him that in just half a month, he could get what he had been hoping for. How could he not be moved?

Even the older officer, felt happy for him. As soon as the door opened, both officers quickly sat up straight, trying look composed, as if they hadn’t just been so emotional, to Yvette swiveled her chair to face the door, where Jeremiah stood looking at her. Andrew and Bonnie couldn’t help but smirk.

‘Does Yvette look like she’s here for an interrogation? they thought. She’s here to spread the knowledge of traditional medicine.

Both Andrew and Bonnie were reminded of the last time they had walked into a similar scene. Bonnie looked at Yvette with pure admiration, while Andrew let out a small humph. ‘If Yvette keeps being this cool, who knows how many more teenage girls like Bonnie will fall for her.’ Andrew thought.

Jeremiah strode in, and the two police officers automatically chose to be blind; they saw nothing. Jeremiah walked up to Yvette, his gaze lingering on her for a few seconds, his eyes as dark as ink. “Are you hurt? Does your hand hurt?”

Yvette leaned back, crossing her legs, looking completely at ease No, I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt.”

A slight, mischievous smile tugged at the corner of Jeremiah’s lips. “Do you really want to kill Winona? I can do it for you. No need to dirty your hands.”

Andrew coughed, thinking. Is it really appropriate for these two to discuss murder so casually? Shouldn’t they be having this conversation somewhere private? The two police officers both slowed their breathing, exchanging a quick glance. ‘Did you hear that? I didn’t hear anything. Oh, me neither. They then simultaneously lowered their heads.

Bonnie, hearing this, showed no reaction. She scratched her head, as if anything happening between Yve and Jeremiah was normal. Even if they one day claimed to be aliens, she wouldn’t and it strange.

Meanwhile Zane had already communicated with his superiors and was now waiting for a call from the organization. In his office, he was fidgeting, his eyes fixed on the phone. He glanced at his watch; only ten minutes had passed, but it felt like an eternity.

Just as he was about to take a sip of water to calm his nerves, the phone rang.

He quickly put down the cup and answered, “Hello, this is Zane “Hello, this is Jonas Elmore, came the voice on the other end.

Zane’s hand trembled as he held the phone. He never expected to receive a call directly from Jonas, the deputy chief of the Betrico Police Station Jonas got straight to the point, “Mr. Chappell, we have verified the ID number and copies you sent over with Interpol Headquarters. The ID is genuine. Interpol Headquarters confirmed that the identity of the ID holder is classified at the highest level and cannot be disclosed. They only told us that we must fully cooperate with this person, no matter what. As for the incident involving the public display of a firearm, it’s not a significant issue. Were there any casualties?”

Zane took a deep breath, his mind reeling. ‘Is Yvette really an Interpol officer? What does it mean that her identity is classified at the highest level? He couldn’t even begin to fathom the implications; this was far beyond his level of authority. “Hello, Mr. Elmore.

There were no casualties in this incident. Just one woman who fainted from shock, but nothing serious. I will handle it on my end.”

Jonas asked a few more questions about the incident, and Zane reported everything in detail. As they were about to end the call, Jonas paused for a moment and spoke earnestly, “Zane, do not offend the owner of this ID. A top–secret identity like this suggests she might be more than just an Interpol officer. Our country needs such talent. If possible, we should try to keep her within the country.”

Zane thought of Jeremiah. He really wanted to tell Jonas, ‘Don’t worry, she is the future family member of Mr. Jase Chavez. Do you think she would leave? But he decided against it. This is not something I should say.”