Love Letters, Divorce Papers (Jared and Amber)
Chapter 856 The Dress Became Rags

It was almost early morning, but the station was still brightly lit.

Amber and Jared walked in together holding hands.

The officer with whom Amber was speaking greeted them as they entered and led them to a room.

"Miss Reed, your dress is on the table, see for yourself, and I hope you're prepared." The policeman pointed to the table in the room and sighed.

It was worth millions of dollars, after all, and what if she wasn't prepared and passed out?

Anyway, if it was his, he was gonna pass out from the shock.

At the officer's words, "Be prepared", Amber's heart, which had already been calmed down, leaped with anxiety.

he let go of Jared's hand and walked quickly to the table in the room.

Jared was by her side, of course.

They both went in, and the constable followed them, not staying at the door.

Amber arrived at the table and looked at the two boxes containing the dress.

The box was intact and still beautiful.

But the dress inside it could be...

Amber stopped thinking. She bit her lower lip and reached out to open one of the boxes.

Her hands trembled slightly as she opened them.

Jared puts his hand over Amber's and gave it a gentle, secure squeeze, "Don't be afraid, no matter what, I am behind you, you can be confident and bold to do anything, I'm here for you!" Amber looked up at him.

He had a faint smile on his face, which, though faint, calmed her restless heart.

He was right, she thought. Whatever was in the box, good or bad, she would have to face it.

If she was going to face it, let it go. After all, it was a foregone conclusion. She couldn't change what was in the box.

Well, she might as well calm down.

Besides, whatever was in that box, she was not going through it alone. She had got him.

Amber's taut face lit up with a smile at the thought, "You're right. I'm not nervous anymore."

She took a deep breath and then completely calmed down, her hands still.

But Jared didn't take his hand off her. Instead, he opened the box with her.

When it was opened, Amber's pupils darken and her face changed as she looked inside.

Jared also had a little shock in his eyes, and then his face turned really serious. There was a suffocating, terrifying chill about him that made the officers behind him shiver, and they looked timidly at Jared. Boy, this was a big shot managing hundreds of thousands of people.

He had too much swagger. It was the first time he had met such a person.

Jared had no idea that he was intimidating the police officer behind him.

He looked inside the box at the blue dress, which had been mangled and torn into strips with a knife. He had already guessed that it was either broken or dirty, and he was still a little surprised at its state. Of course, he was more angry than surprised, very angry.

Amber was also angry.

She had thought something was wrong with the dress, but it never occurred to her that the problem with the dress was more serious than she had first thought.

Amber reached out to pick up the dress for a closer look.

When she reached out to take it, she found it was full of strips of cloth, not a single piece wider than the palm of her hand.

When she picked it up, it was just a pile of fabric, not a full dress.

In short, you would never know that this pair of fabrics was a perfectly beautiful dress just a few hours ago.

Amber's eyes were red with anger, "Jared, it's..."

Jared put his hand on her shoulder, gave her a pat to calm her down, and opened the other box himself.

Sure enough, Jared's dress was all scratched up, and it didn't look like it was a handsome man's dress. It was also strips of rags now.

Jared's eyes narrowed dangerously as he looked at the pile of rags. With a little effort, he just managed to suppress his desire of killing. Then he picked up a piece of cloth and examined it.

He touched the cut of the cloth and said darkly, "It was cut with scissors, and it was cut so finely that it was obvious that the person who cut it was frustrated and vengeful." "Vengeful?" Amber was stunned.

Jared threw the cloth back into the box, "At first, I thought whoever took the dress was just looking for money, and he took the dress and sold it for money. But now that I see the fabric, I realize it's not that simple. The robber definitely wasn't for the money, he was there on orders. After he took your dress, he gave it to that man. The guy had a vendetta against you, so he took it out by cutting off your dress." "That's right." At this moment, the policeman, who had been silent behind them, suddenly nodded and spoke, "When we saw what the dresses looked like, we were shocked and immediately realized that this was not a simple robbery. If, as Mr. Farrell suspects, the robbers were only after the money, they would not have cut the dress even if they had not sold it so quickly, since it was worth a lot of money. But the dress was torn, more torn than it could be, and there is only one explanation, Miss Reed, that your enemy was trying to get back at you."

"Enemy, get back to me..." Amber lowered her eyes awkwardly and wondered who it might be.

Jared watched her think, didn't bother her, then turned his eyes to the police officer nearby, "Where did you catch the thief?"

"At a waste disposal station." The policeman replied.

Jared was frowning deeply, "The guy wants to get rid of the dress?"

"Yeah." The policeman nodded, "When we caught him, he was throwing the dress in the incinerator, and we stopped him in time, but by then, the dress in the box was already broken like this." "Was there anyone else with him when you caught him?" Jared asked quietly.

The policeman shook his head, "Not really. Just himself. But we caught him two hours ago, but Miss Reed's call was made six hours ago, which means, for four of those hours, we had no idea where he was going, who he was meeting. But what is certain is that during those four hours, this man must have seen the person behind him who ordered him to rob, and who, after he broke the dress, specifically ordered him to throw it in the incinerator to destroy the proof."

Jared didn't like what he heard, "Since you've had him for so long, haven't you been able to find out who's behind him?"

The policeman forced a smile, "What you don't know, Mr. Farrell, is that this man is a repeat offender in our department. We get him in a lot of robberies, and he keeps his mouth shut. We're holding him in an interrogation room under intense pressure, and when he breaks down a little bit, we'll be able to get the answers we want."

Jared purses his lips and was about to say something more when Amber's eyes widen and her face became pale, "I think I know who did it."

Jared and the officer immediately looked at her.00000