“Eleanor Turner, we suspect you of causing a car accident involving Jennifer Turner, abducting Noelle Moran, hiring hit men and deliberately framing Lucinda Ross. You’re coming with us. Your cooperation is required as we carry out investigations.”
The leader of the police officers showed his badge as his men held Eleanor.
“That’s not true! You have to listen to me! You can’t just arrest me like this!” Eleanor screamed hysterically.
The police officers swiftly restrained her arms and expertly cuffed her wrists.
“We’ll get to the bottom of this once we reach the station,” the officer declared, leading her away with his team.
The reporters were left dumbfounded by what they had just witnessed.
They were so stunned that they even forgot to snap photos with their cameras. Everyone was taken aback by the shocking turn of events.
It was now crystal clear to everyone who was lying after the police spoke.
A barrage of cameras flashlight clicked away, capturing Eleanor’s mortified expression.
“She was the one who hurt Jennifer! I knew it! She’s been up to no good since the day she returned!” Presley exclaimed, pointing an accusing finger at Eleanor.
Mario was fuming with anger. He grabbed the microphone from the podium and declared in a booming voice, “We have a disgraceful member in the Turner family. I am deeply sorry, and I will not tolerate such behavior. I hereby announce to the public that Eleanor is no longer the heiress of the Turner Group and is hereby disowned from the Turner family forever!”
Even her own flesh and blood had chosen to abandon her.
Eleanor’s look of despair gradually transformed into maniacal laughter.
Her cackles echoed eerily, sending chills down the spines of those around her.
With all eyes on her, the police yanked her into the waiting police car.
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In the Turner family’s villa, Flynn slowly opened his eyes, squinting at the sun streaming in through the window. It took him a while to sit up as he was still feeling the aftereffects of his injuries from last night’s escape.
Eleanor had brought him to a remote and private servant room where he had dozed off from exhaustion.
It was almost noon, and the rest of the Turner family’s servants were busy with their daily chores, unaware of his presence in one of the abandoned rooms.
Lost in thought, Flynn sat cross-legged on the sofa, contemplating his next move.
He knew he couldn’t stay with the Turners forever and needed to find a new place to call home. Maybe it was time to leave Forden altogether.
He had no idea what was happening outside of the villa. He was so stupid that he was even feeling sad about leaving Eleanor behind.
With a sigh, he lay back down on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.