He Said Eating Shrimp Causes Infertility Then Told Me To Serve Him Like A Wife Chapter 07

He Said Eating Shrimp Causes Infertility Then Told Me To Serve Him Like A Wife Chapter 07

I swallowed nervously.

The footage had just been pulled by security on the spot.

But how was that possible?

How could I have done something like that?

Fortunately, the police arrived.

After they got the basic story, they took several of us to the precinct.

Inside the precinct, Derek kept shouting at me.

He demanded that the police clear his name.

“Officer, back in the day, even a woman could be charged for being a sexual predator. She sexually

assaulted me.”

“She touched me. She kissed me. She violated my body.”

The more Derek spoke, the more wronged he sounded, “I was still a virgin. I don’t even know if she was. No amount of money can make up for this.”‘

Linda cried and screamed beside him, playing her part perfectly.

“Are you officers going to do something or not? Is my son losing just because he’s a man?”

Left with no choice, the police questioned us separately.

I knew very clearly that I could never have done something like that.

But how could security footage be fake?

After thinking it over for a long moment, I finally asked, “Officer, is there any chance the footage

was fabricated?”

Madison also explained from beside me, “This man used fake photos and fake videos before. The footage must be fake too.”

But the officer’s answer made my blood run cold.

“The footage is real. It wasn’t digitally fabricated. Ms. Whitmore, please think carefully. Are you

sure you didn’t do these things?”

Panic shot through me at the officer’s words.

I shook my head blankly. “I didn’t do it. It really wasn’t me. There has to be some kind of misunderstanding.”

Derek and I barely had anything to do with each other in normal life.

How could I possibly do something like that to him?

Then suddenly, I realized something was wrong.

I had no memory of what happened yesterday.

Not only did I have no memory of that incident, but I could not remember anything that had happened at the office yesterday at all.

Just as we hit a dead end, the police offered a new line of thought.

“Have you recently drunk anything unfamiliar, or have you experienced any kind of blackout?”

I shook my head. “I’m sorry. I don’t remember anything.”

The officer’s expression turned grim. “Ms. Whitmore, we now strongly suspect that someone drugged you.”

“What?” I was shocked.

To reconstruct the truth, the police pulled the entire day’s security footage from yesterday.

Once they checked it, they actually found the problem.

While I had gone to the restroom, Linda had approached my desk.

“Unfortunately, the main security camera is too blurry. We can’t confirm what she did at your

desk.”

As the officer expressed regret, I said, “I installed a hidden camera at my desk.”

When I had studied overseas, someone had once framed me.

After that, I became extra cautious about everything I did.

I used to think installing a hidden camera was unnecessary.

Now, it turned out to be the right decision.

Soon, the police recovered a complete recording from my hidden camera.

In the footage, Linda poured a packet of white powder into my coffee.

I then drank it without knowing anything was wrong.

After testing, they confirmed that the white powder contained a strong sedative.

After I was drugged, Linda had repeatedly given me hypnotic suggestions, pushing me until I acted

that way.

With the evidence conclusive, Linda was arrested on the spot.

Derek was also detained.

But the matter was far from over.

Because the very next day, I saw Derek again.

Not only that, he appeared at the Whitmore estate as a butler.