The Fast Rising Billionaire

To The Bedroom

The next morning, sunlight spilled through the windows, casting a warm glow across the living room. Christopher, deep in thought, was sipping his coffee when he heard a knock on the door. Opening it, he found James standing there, a determined look on his face.

"Morning, Christopher. Ready to face this head-on?" James asked, a mix of resolve and anticipation in his eyes.

Christopher nodded, a sense of unity between them. "Let's get to the bottom of this. The police station is our next stop."

The two of them left the house, the weight of the previous day's revelations hanging in the air. They drove in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. The police station loomed ahead, and although Christopher hated the place, he hoped that this was the visit that would hopefully provide answers to the questions that plagued them.

Entering the station, Christopher and James approached the front desk, where an officer looked up, greeting them with a professional nod. "Can I help you gentlemen?"

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