My Milf Harem Conquest System In A Women's World-Chapter 57: Police Interrogation

Jason and Nathan both left the dealership in the new ride and headed toward an aquarium. It was quite far, almost at the outskirts of San Gabriel, but they arrived in about forty minutes, with Nathan pushing the car to its limits, a hint of driving madness in his eyes. Jason knew he would be lying to himself if he claimed he was not frightened by the reckless driving.

When they reached the aquarium, he let out a long sigh of relief.

’Thank you, God.’

They did not really have anything to do there and had only come out to enjoy the scenery. It was also a good excuse to explore the quieter parts of town further, an idea Nathan had strongly insisted on.

"Why the fuck are you standing outside? Let’s go in," Nathan said casually as he strolled ahead.

Jason scoffed.

"I’m pretty sure bodyguards, both in movies and in real life, don’t act like this..." he muttered, shaking his head before following Nathan inside.

He also wanted a sense of freedom, a brief escape from his overwhelming thoughts, especially those involving Angela and what had happened earlier that week. It was difficult for him to feel relaxed or composed, despite how he usually handled pressure. Still, tormenting himself over unanswered questions would not change anything.

The police were still investigating the case, and Ella had also hired skilled private investigators to dig deeper. None of them had reported back yet, but he knew it was only a matter of time.

Just as they were walking into the aquarium, Jason’s phone rang. He glanced at the screen and realized it was the detective in charge of Angela’s case.

"Hello, officer. Do you have any updates?"

"No. That’s not why we’re calling, sir. We would like to request a questioning with you — if possible, today."

Jason froze.

’...Me? Why?’

He calmed himself down.

"Umm... okay. I think that will be possible today, but may I ask why I’m being questioned?"

"Don’t worry, sir. It’s part of the protocol, since you were the first witness at the crime scene."

"But I was questioned that same day and already wrote a statement."

"This is just another one like that."

Jason bit his lip.

"Alright, then. I’ll be there soon."

He hung up and immediately informed Nathan that he was heading to the police department. Without asking a single question, Nathan rushed to follow him, though the disappointment on his face was obvious. His day of sightseeing had been ruined.

Jason watched him walk past and stopped him.

"You can stay behind."

"No. I’m your bodyguard, so I should be following you around. I know that much, at least."

The blonde rolled his eyes and replied sarcastically,

"I’m amazed. You’re really disciplined and competent."

"Hahaha. I know, right? Everyone says that about me," Nathan boasted as he got into the driver’s seat. "Well, get in."

***

The drive to the police department felt slower than the one before, even though Nathan kept the same heavy foot on the accelerator. Traffic thickened as they moved back toward the city, and the excitement from earlier drained from the car little by little.

Jason leaned back against the passenger seat, his eyes fixed ahead, his mind running in circles he refused to follow too deeply. The police department building came into view sooner than he expected.

Nathan parked without comment and cut the engine.

"Looks like we’re here already," Nathan said in a light tone.

Jason opened the door and stepped out, adjusting his jacket as he glanced up at the building.

"I didn’t expect to come back here so soon."

"Neither did I," Nathan replied, locking the car. "The aquarium sounded way better."

Jason looked at him with surprise.

"Huh? You’ve been here before?"

"Of course... not. Why would I ever come to such a horrendous place? Pfft."

’Yeah. That definitely tells me, in more ways than one, that you’ve been here before.’

They walked inside together, passing through the glass doors into a wide lobby. A uniformed officer at the front desk barely glanced at them before making a call and pointing them down a corridor.

They had barely taken a few steps when a man approached from a side hallway, already extending a hand in greeting. He appeared to be in his late forties, with short dark hair streaked with grey and deep lines etched around his eyes. His suit jacket sat neatly on his shoulders, but his tie was slightly loosened, as if he had stopped caring about appearances halfway through the day. His eyes carried the tired sharpness of someone who had seen too much and long forgotten how to be surprised.

"Mr Jason, I’m Detective Harris. Thank you for coming in on such short notice," Harris said, extending his hand.

Jason accepted the handshake, keeping his expression neutral.

"You said it was important."

"It is," Harris replied, offering a brief smile that faded quickly. "And I apologize for the sudden call. We’re just following procedure."

Jason gave a small shrug.

"I understand."

Nathan stepped closer. His hands slid into his pockets.

"I will be staying nearby."

Harris glanced at him and assessed him quickly.

"And you are?"

"His assigned bodyguard," Nathan replied casually. "I prefer not to be far."

Harris hesitated, his eyes flicked back to Jason.

After a moment, he exhaled softly.

"You can wait in the observation room. You will not be inside during the questioning."

"Whatever. That works," Nathan said easily.

They moved deeper into the building, passed desks cluttered with files and bulletin boards crowded with notices. Harris led them to a reinforced door and swiped a card to open it. Beyond it lay a narrow hallway with two adjacent rooms separated by thick glass. One room held a single table and chairs under harsh lighting, while the other was darker and filled with monitors and equipment.

"This is the interview room," Harris explained, gestured toward the brighter space. "And that is the observation room. The glass is one way, and the audio feeds directly inside."

Nathan leaned toward the glass and inspected it.

"So I can see him, but he cannot see me."

His tone carried dishonesty, and Jason could easily tell he taunted the detective.

"That is correct," Harris replied.

Jason glanced at Nathan.

"You do not need to hover."

Nathan smiled faintly.

"Humor me."

Harris opened the door to the interview room and stepped aside. Jason entered without resistance and took in the space as the door closed behind him. The room was smaller than he expected, with pale walls stripped bare of decoration. A metal table sat at the center, bolted firmly to the floor, with two chairs positioned across from each other. A camera watched from the corner near the ceiling, its red light already on.

He took a seat and rested his hands on the table, maintained a relaxed posture despite the circumstances.

A few minutes later, an officer entered silently and placed a cup of coffee in front of him. Faint steam rose from it.

Jason murmured a quiet thanks and waited.

About thirty minutes passed slowly.

Jason sipped the coffee once, then set it aside untouched. His thoughts drifted back to Angela and to the unanswered questions he learned to live with over the past few days. He reminded himself that patience mattered more than speculation.

Nearly thirty minutes passed before the door opened again.

A woman stepped inside and closed the door behind her with deliberate care. She appeared to be in her early thirties, with brown hair pulled into a tight bun that revealed a sharp jawline and focused eyes. She wore blue jeans and a plain white top. The simple clothes accentuated her figure. A slim laptop rested under one arm, and her gaze remained fixed on Jason as she approached the table.

’A new Milf...’

For a brief moment, Jason noticed her appearance, then dismissed the thought. This was not the place for distraction.

She took the seat across from him and opened the laptop. The screen lit her face from below. Her expression remained cold as she typed.

"Good afternoon, Mr Jason," she said flatly. "I am Detective Monroe. I will conduct the questioning today."

Jason leaned back slightly.

"I was told this was routine."

"It is," Monroe replied without looking up. "As the first individual at the scene, we are required to clarify several points again."

"Okay, but I am certain I already did this before, right?" Jason asked calmly.

She looked up then, her head tilted slightly.

"Yes. And now we are doing it again."

Jason exhaled through his nose and kept his tone even.

"Fine. Let us get it over with."

Monroe kept her eyes on him.

"Please answer all questions honestly and to the best of your ability."

"That was already implied," Jason replied.

She paused and studied him for a moment longer before she continued.

"Before we proceed, do you have any objections or requests?"

Jason hesitated, then spoke.

"Should I not have a lawyer present for this?"

Monroe blinked, clearly caught off guard by the interruption.

"This is not a formal interrogation."

"Then why am I sitting in this room," Jason asked in a controlled tone, "under a camera?"

She closed the laptop slightly and considered him.

"Because circumstances changed since your initial statement."

Jason’s eyes narrowed just enough to show interest.

"Changed how."

Monroe reopened the laptop and turned the screen slightly toward herself.

"That is what we are here to discuss."

She typed again, then looked up.

"Where were you exactly one hour before you discovered Angela’s body?"

Jason answered without hesitation.

"I was on an airplane, flying to San Gabriel, to check on my villa. It had been a long time since my last visit, and the person in charge had not contacted me for a while."

"Can anyone confirm that?" she asked.

"No," Jason replied. "I was alone, and I did not inform anyone."

It felt better to remain honest than to create more trouble with false claims.

She nodded once and continued typing.

"When you arrived at the scene, did you notice anything out of place beyond what you already described?"

"The door was unlocked," Jason said. "And the lights were on."

"You did not hear anything unusual?" she pressed.

"No," he replied.

Monroe’s fingers stopped.

"Are you aware that a neighbour reported hearing voices shortly before the estimated time of death?"

Jason stiffened slightly.

"That is new information."

"It is," she replied coolly. "And that is why you are here again."

Jason leaned forward and clasped his hands together.

"Are you implying something?"

"I am not implying anything," Monroe said. "I am asking questions."

He studied her face.

"Then ask them directly. Why are you beating around the bush?"

She met his gaze without flinching.

"Did Angela contact you shortly before her death?"

Jason paused.

"No. Not that day."

Monroe watched him closely.

"Are you certain?"

"Yes," he replied.

She typed again, then spoke after a brief silence.

"Your phone records show no incoming or outgoing calls between the two of you that day."

Jason raised an eyebrow.

"Then why ask?"

"Because records do not show deleted messages," she replied evenly.

A faint chill ran through Jason.

"Are you saying there were messages?"

Monroe closed the laptop halfway.

"That depends on what you tell me next."

Silence filled the room again. Jason kept his expression composed as his thoughts sharpened.

"I have nothing to hide," he said carefully. "So you can ask whatever you need."

Monroe studied him for a long moment, then opened the laptop fully again.

"Good. Then we will continue."