The Wicked Wife's Dark History Keeps Coming Back To Haunt Her - Chapter 297
“……”
Flip, flip.
As each page turned, the chief investigator’s face gradually stiffened.
Generally, long-serving low-ranking employees fall into three categories.
Those who curry favor well with their superiors, those who blend smoothly into the organization like water, or those who are simply good at their work.
“…Is this true?”
When the chief investigator asked again in disbelief, Hozi sipped his tea and nodded.
“You may investigate it separately later if you wish. It is a fact without even the slightest error.”
The chief investigator clutched the documents with confused eyes.
Navian Andre was the type who didn’t mix easily anywhere, like oil in water, but when it came to handling work she had been excellent.
A person who investigated objectively according to principles, regardless of the subject’s status or power.
Her personality might be rigid and severe, but as an investigator he had believed she was flawless.
The chief investigator fell silent with a frozen expression, gripping the evidence in his hand.
Because the evidence he had received forced him to reevaluate Navian entirely.
* * *
In front of the Family Court.
Navian brushed the dust off her shoulder.
Her hair was neatly swept up, her clothing without a single wrinkle.
With an appearance as flawless as her strict personality, she began walking.
A faint smile lingered at the corners of her mouth.
Thinking about Duke Bayern’s response that would arrive soon made it difficult to suppress her smile.
‘Rather than submit a conjugal medical record, they will probably choose to proceed with the lawsuit, right?’
Imagining that arrogant man of power taking a blow from her clever move and struggling through a lawsuit felt refreshing.
But the moment she stepped into the Domestic Investigation Department.
Navian frowned, confused.
Several young investigators with far less seniority than her were pressing their ears against the chief investigator’s office door.
“What do you think you are doing?”
Eavesdropping on someone else’s conversation.
When Navian sharply pointed it out, the investigators retreated with awkward expressions.
“……?”
Navian paused at the strange looks directed toward her.
An unpleasant feeling crept up as the younger investigators stared at her.
‘…What is this?’
As she stood frozen with an inexplicable sense of foreboding, the chief investigator’s office door opened.
“…Please make sure there will be no further visits for the same matter.”
“We will handle it as you requested, so please rest assured and return safely. Please convey my apologies to His Grace the Duke.”
The chief investigator, who had been bowing almost servilely to the white-haired man, happened to glance at Navian.
“…Baroness Andre, go into my office.”
“Chief, what is this about so early in the morning…!”
“Baroness, did you not hear me telling you to stop making noise and wait inside?”
Navian flinched at the chief investigator’s cold words.
From the greeting just now, she could easily guess that the visitor had come from House Bayern.
“Ah, are you Investigator Navian Andre?”
The white-haired man greeted her with a bright smile, and Navian asked with a stiff expression.
“That is correct. Are you from House Bayern?”
“I am Baron Hozi B. Sommerden, aide to His Grace Duke Bayern. This is our first meeting.”
“The preparation of the report is entirely my duty and authority. Even if you have complaints, it cannot be helped according to the principles, so please return. The chief investigator is aware of this as well.”
At Navian’s words, the chief investigator sighed with cold eyes and muttered,
“Principles. For someone who supposedly knows them so well…”
“What do you mean by that…?”
At that moment Hozi smiled softly with his eyes and spoke in a quiet voice.
“Eight years ago, you were the investigator in charge of the inheritance dispute of the Mollmun Viscountcy.”
In the department that had been as quiet as a lonely dawn.
His clear voice spread through the room, and Navian clenched her fist.
‘No…’
A chilling cold ran down her spine, like facing a beast baring its fangs to seize its prey.
But she soon denied it.
‘No, that can’t be.’
There was no way that would become a problem now.
Because she had handled it according to the ‘rules’ and by the ‘principles’.
If there had been a problem, it would have surfaced long ago.
Navian straightened her back and forced her trembling lips to speak.
