Chapter Hundred-Seventy

CHAPTER HUNDRED-SEVENTY

*"Well she's my friend but not very close*

"You have got to be shitting me?!" Amber squealed with rage.

"Shhh... Language child. Now, relax and let me do my child. Okay?" the inspector admonished calmly with his hands raised.

Janice's spine turned to iron as she glared at Amber.

Amber snarled silently in response, her eyes glowering with unbridled mockery and disgust. Her lips curled up satisfactorily for having successfully evoked such a reaction from her.

Payback time. She grinned triumphantly.

"I understand, I understand, Miss Amber Harvard. However, from my sources, it was deduced that a Brighton College student by the name, of Hannah Spikes, is being held captive in this warehouse. Is that true?"

The inspector asked pointedly, his grim stares searing unflinchingly towards hers.

Amber heaved a deep sigh.

Get your shit together, and be in control.

For daddy. For the Harvard.

This question is tricky. If she answers yes she would no doubt complicate things an