Chapter 133

"Tell me, what is this?" Cedric dramatically tossed a photo stack, scattering it at Sophie's feet.

Sophie looked at him in shock, thinking, 'Why are these photos here? I had thrown them into a drawer, yet now they ended up in Cedric's hands?'

"Did you search my office?"

"Yes! Otherwise, would you admit it?"

Cedric's icy interrogation shifted Sophie's expression of surprise into a smile. "Admit? Admit what? Cedric, do you think you can pin the disappearance of your son on me with just a few photos? Isn't that absurd?"

"And what about this?" Cedric noticed her cold smile, which only served to deepen the darkness in his eyes. A printed bank transfer slip was thrust in front of her, its lightweight paper settling into her chilly palm.

"Who did you transfer this money to?"

Cedric had planned to take Tristan to see his grandfather that day but woke up to find his son missing. Only the Father's Day gift Tristan had made was left on the table. Surveillance footage from the night before