Chapter 815: Crushed

"I am a reporter for the *New Straits Times*. You won't be able to just brush off the fact that you've detained a member of the media without authorization, do you understand?" Nadia, dressed in a tight-fitting dress, squirmed a little, her body inadvertently brushing against the policewoman next to her. She stopped immediately, her expression turning even uglier.

The policewoman glanced at her large chest, perky buttocks, and slim waist with disdain, curled her lip, and said, "We don't call this unauthorized detention. Sit properly and behave yourself. Stop moving around."

"How long do you intend to keep me here? What grounds do you have for arresting me?" Nadia wasn't actually afraid. The *New Straits Times* was a famous newspaper in Malaysia; the police wouldn't dare subject her to torture or forced confessions. Besides, as soon as the newspaper got wind of the news, they would certainly send lawyers to rescue her as soon as possible. For Nadia, as a reporter, this kind of reckless arrest by the police would only serve to boost her fame.

Click.

Nizar turned the handle of the interrogation room door and walked in.

At his signal, one policewoman exited the room, and the other stepped back two paces but did not leave.

Nadia blinked, feeling even more at ease. As long as they followed the rules, she could easily handle police like these.

"Nadia, is it?" Nizar sat opposite Nadia and asked, "Do you know why we brought you in?"

"Have I been formally arrested?" Nadia's single question struck at Nizar's weak point.

Seeing Nizar's expression change slightly, Nadia smiled with internal disdain: "If I haven't been formally arrested, I have nothing to say to you. Please let me leave."

"Just explain one thing." Seeing this, Nizar adjusted his strategy. He opened the file he had brought with him, took out the photo on top, and handed it to Nadia.

The photo showed them dining outdoors at a hotel. In the photo, Nadia's smile was generous and charming, while Sulaiman, sitting opposite her, was full of admiration. Anyone with eyes could see that their relationship was far from ordinary.

Just as Nadia had assumed, after learning she was a reporter for the *New Straits Times*, Nizar and his team had immediately given the matter 120% of their attention. Not only did they pull the surveillance footage from the day of the incident, but they also extracted both their phone numbers, identified the time periods when the two numbers appeared together, made records, and then searched for locations where the numbers appeared together. Where there was surveillance, they checked it, and they even found a few additional witnesses.

The location where their phone numbers appeared together most frequently was a luxury apartment rented under someone else's name, followed by hotels, restaurants, bars, and various entertainment venues.

According to Nizar's analysis, the probability that the two met just to have sex was 90%, or to put it more euphemistically, their dates were aimed at having sex.

What a despicable lifestyle!

Nadia was slightly startled when she saw the photo, but then she suppressed her emotions and said slowly, "You show me this photo—what point are you trying to make?"

"What is your relationship with Sulaiman?"

"I have no need to explain."

"Sulaiman is involved in a case. If you cannot explain, we will not specifically keep secrets for you during the subsequent investigation. Anyone, including your husband, is very likely to see these next few photos." Nizar slapped four more photos onto the table in front of Nadia, each one more intimate than the last. In the fourth photo, Nadia was already nestled in Sulaiman's arms, her chest completely exposed to his grasp.

Nadia felt a chill in her heart, not just because of the photos themselves, but because she quickly realized that this photo had been taken in the elevator of the apartment building they rented. Sulaiman had been a bit impatient at the time, and she, having had some wine, had also been feeling passionate...

Thinking about it, she and Sulaiman had barely made any attempt to hide their presence in that apartment building. The security guards and neighbors all thought they were a normal dating couple, and Nadia herself had enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere...

However, if the police could obtain the surveillance video from the apartment building, the frequent comings and goings of the two would be completely impossible to explain.

"What case is Sulaiman involved in?" After Nadia asked this, her body felt a wave of weakness. Compared to their relationship, could Sulaiman be facing imprisonment? Otherwise, why would the police need to investigate so meticulously?

The policewoman standing behind Nadia wore a look of disdain again, thinking to herself, you aren't calling yourself a media reporter now?

Nicha said in a solemn tone: "The drowning case of Councilman Lunn, I think you should have already heard the relevant news."

Nadia was shocked: "Sulaiman? Councilman Lunn? Impossible, he had no reason to kill Councilman Lunn; there is no benefit in it. They didn't even know each other..."

Nadia had also interviewed criminal cases and knew to explain things from the perspective of motive.

"This doesn't explain why he lied to the police, saying that he was drinking whiskey with Badawi during the second half of the party that day," Nicha said coldly.

"He..." Nadia uttered one word, then calmed down.

Sulaiman had no motive to kill Councilman Lunn. Sulaiman's ancestors had been glorious, but he himself was just an ordinary rich kid living off a trust fund. Aside from his wild lifestyle and physical stamina, his so-called career and abilities were a total mess. But Nadia didn't care; she had a husband, so she didn't need her lover to bear such heavy and boring responsibilities.

At the same time, Nadia could guess why Sulaiman said that; he couldn't exactly say that the two of them were busy frantically abusing the mattress in the bedroom upstairs during that time.

Therefore, Sulaiman could only explain that he was drinking whiskey with Badawi—and none of these things were illegal, nor would they attract a senior police officer like Nicha.

Nadia successfully reached a conclusion, looked at Nicha, and said: "Your real target is Badawi, right?"

Nicha was expressionless and said: "Mind your own business, and think about how to explain this to your husband."

"I will cooperate with you." Nadia cleared up the situation, smiled easily, and said: "If you insist on exposing my privacy even with my cooperation, I will accept this big news story. However... Councilman Lunn was actually killed by his own son-in-law?"

"Now, I ask, you answer." Nicha remained unmoved, let the policewoman behind Nadia come over to take the statement, and said: "Tell me about your itinerary on the night Councilman Lunn died."

"I can say it, but I want to remind you..."

"You just need to answer the questions." Nicha tapped the photo on the table, a bit tired of dealing with this reporter.

Nadia frowned and really wanted to argue a few points, but looking at the photo on the table, she finally answered: "That night, I was with Sulaiman, and we found a bedroom on the third floor..."

"Sulaiman claimed to be drinking with Badawi in the evening, how do you explain that?" Nicha asked.

"This was something we agreed upon, because Sulaiman's two cousins were present that day, so I told Sulaiman to find a friend to say you two were drinking to avoid his cousins asking where he was. I didn't know the person he found was Badawi..." As Nadia said this, her eyes darted around quickly, wishing she could bow her head and write a ten-thousand-word article right then and there.

The details of criminal cases do not need to be fully disclosed to the public, which left a channel for Nadia; as long as the police did not take the initiative to disclose it, her extramarital affair would not be known to her husband.

Nicha squinted, and once Nadia had confessed enough, he stood up and left, turning to find Sulaiman.

Soon, Sulaiman gave up his resistance.

In this way, Badawi's alibi crumbled to pieces.