Free Web NovelChapter 92: Exchanged fate
El rushed inside to get some of his stuff
Suddenly, John’s own phone vibrated in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw Pamela’s name flashing on the screen.
He took a steadying breath before answering.
"Hey."
"Where the fuck did you run off to?" Pamela’s voice barked through the speaker.
"Just following a lead downtown, Pamy. Trying to get ahead of the noise."
"Well, I need you here. We got some new orders."
John looked at the house. He could see El’s shadow moving frantically past the window. "What kind of orders?"
"The kind that make our lives a living hell if we don’t produce a suspect by shift change," Pamela said. "Get your ass back to the station. Now."
She hung up before he could say anything. John shoved the phone back into his pocket and hammered his fist against the side of the truck.
Then he jumped into his cruiser and sped off.
He arrived at the station an hour later. Pamela was sitting behind her computer typing something. As soon as she saw him, she gave a bright smile.
"We got him," she said. "He was trying to leave town."
John went pale. In the space of one hour, El had been arrested.
"Wow, so fast."
"Well, you know what happens when the case is a top priority," Pamela said. "In fact, I’m beginning to think this girl Lyvana must be related to the president or something. Every resource we have was aimed right at this guy’s head. He didn’t stand a chance."
John gave a dry smile, his heart hammering against his ribs.
"The boys picked him up at the bus station," she continued. "He had a suitcase packed and everything. Talk about looking guilty, right?"
"Um... yea. So, where is he?"
"Oh I don’t know. Perhaps main headquarters. The Commissioner wants a confession before the evening news hits. This guy is toast."
John’s grip tightened on the edge of the desk. "Main headquarters? Already?" fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
"Yeah," Pamela said. She looked satisfied, almost excited. "They didn’t even bring him here for processing. A black SUV picked him up the second the cuffs were on. They aren’t taking any chances with this one, John. With the Commissioner personally involved and all."
John felt a cold sweat break out across his forehead.
"Did they... did they get a confession yet?" he asked.
"Not yet. Or at least, they aren’t sharing it with us lowly officers," Pamela shrugged, turning back to her typing. freewebnσvel.cѳm
"I’m going to go... grab some coffee," John muttered, already turning toward the door.
"Make it a double," Pamela called out after him.
John walked out of the room, but he didn’t head for the breakroom. He stepped into the stairwell, breathing hard.
"That imbecile," he hissed. "That idiot."
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Everything was moving so fast that Lyvana’s head was spinning.
She sat at her desk, staring at the muted news reports on her wall-mounted TV.
Just a few hours ago, her life was falling apart. She had been trapped in her office, unable to leave because of the crowd of reporters and cameras outside. Now, everything had changed.
First, the police statement had cleared her name in front of the whole world. Then, Ethan called with even bigger news: the man from the video had been arrested.
She couldn’t believe how famous she had become. A few months ago, she was a nobody. No one even knew her name. Now, she was the biggest story in the city. How had her life changed so much? Of course, Julian.
Suddenly, she thought of Dr. Jasmine.
She picked up her phone and typed the name into the search bar.
Dr. Jasmine Vance.
She scrolled past medical papers and articles the doctor had written. But then, she saw something that made her gasp. It was a wedding invitation for a ceremony in two months time.
Her heart stopped. It was the exact same wedding card she had used in her past life. The same design, the same colors, the same everything.
"What the hell?" she whispered.
For a moment, she forgot all about her own issues. This was impossible.
There could only be one explanation for this. Her fate must have been transferred to Jasmine.
How was this even possible? She didn’t know Jasmine at all in her past life, except for that day in the hospital.
Lyvana stared at the screen, her fingers trembling slightly.
"She’s living my life," Lyvana whispered to the quiet office.
It was as if the universe had a script, and since Lyvana had walked away from it, the role had been given to someone else. But if Jasmine was living Lyvana’s old fate, did that mean she was also walking into the same trap? Did it mean Jasmine was about to marry the type of man who will humiliate her?
A cold chill ran down her spine. If the fate was the same, then Jasmine wasn’t heading toward a happy wedding. She was heading toward a disaster.
Lyvana looked at the names on the invitation. Andrew Thorne. She didn’t recognize the name at all.
Was Andrew Thorne a predator wearing a handsome mask.
She made a mental note to find out everything she can about him.
While she was lost in thought, Julian’s private number flashed on the screen.
A smile broke through her shock.
"Hi love."
"Hi baby," he said. His voice was cool and calm, the kind of voice that always drove her crazy.
"Julian," she whispered. "I’ve missed you so much."
"I want you to show me just how much you missed me," he responded cooly. "I’m outside the office in my car."
Lyvana felt her heart skip a beat as she grabbed her bag and ran to the private elevator. The stress of the morning, the news, and the strange wedding invitation all faded away.
The lobby was completely quiet except for her security staff.
There were no reporters or paparazzi.
As she stepped outside, a large, shiny black SUV was waiting. The door opened instantly, and she stepped in. Julian put his tablet down and opened his arms.
