When Love is a Quest Chapter 110: The interrogation

Chapter 110: The interrogation

Revilo’s hatred grew with each passing year, fueling his desire to take Samuel down, to ruin him once and for all. He wanted Samuel to feel what he had felt—ignored, belittled, overlooked. And finally, he had found a way.

With the information he’d uncovered about Jas, he saw his chance to bring Samuel to his knees, to make him feel the sa helplessness and humiliation Revilo had endured for so long.

But now, here he was, sitting stiffly in the small, gray-walled interrogation room, his eyes narrowing as he glanced around. He had been brought here hours ago, dragged from his office in front of everyone. Now, he could feel his heartbeat drumming in his chest, frustration rising as he waited.

The door opened with a creak, and two detectives stepped in, both carrying files and taking seats opposite him. They wore stern, unflinching expressions, as if they’d already decided his fate.

"Revilo Lucas," one of them began, his voice flat, "we have so questions about Zinnia Lopez’s kidnapping a few weeks ago."

Revilo raised an eyebrow, forcing an indifferent look. "Kidnapping?" he said slowly. "Is that what you’re calling it?"

The detective didn’t react, just leaned forward with his arms crossed. "You know exactly what we’re talking about. You arranged for her to be taken. We have witness statents, security footage, and more. It’s all right here."

Revilo clenched his jaw. He’d hoped this wouldn’t co back to him, but he kept his face blank. "Look," he replied, trying to sound calm, "I don’t know what you think happened, but whatever Ms. Lopez went through has nothing to do with ."

The second detective opened a file, flipping through papers. "We know that’s not true, Revilo," he said evenly. "We have enough to charge you with planning and arranging her abduction. We’re giving you a chance here to explain yourself. So, why don’t you start by telling us why you thought this was a good idea?"

Revilo’s fingers tightened against the table, his face shifting to a grimace. He hesitated, trying to decide what to say. "I didn’t hurt her," he muttered finally. "She was... supposed to be safe. Away from everyone. Especially Samuel."

One of the detectives raised an eyebrow. "Safe? You call abandoning her at an isolated construction site safe?"

"It wasn’t supposed to be like that," Revilo replied, his voice low. "I just wanted her out of the way. If Samuel thought she’d left him, he’d be off-balance, distracted."

The detective across from him leaned back, eyes fixed on Revilo. "So, it was just a ga to you? Playing with people’s lives so you could ’distract’ your nephew?"

Revilo’s shoulders tensed, a flash of irritation crossing his face. "It wasn’t about hurting anyone," he snapped. "I needed Samuel to feel what it’s like to lose sothing... soone. He’s had everything handed to him. The power, the admiration. It’s always Samuel, even though I’m the one who does all the real work."

"Everything?" The detective leaned forward, his tone sharp. "So that justifies arranging a kidnapping? All because you wanted your nephew to suffer?"

Revilo looked away, his jaw clenched tightly, but he couldn’t hold back anymore. "You don’t get it. I’ve been running that company behind the scenes for years. And yet, all anyone ever cares about is Samuel. It doesn’t matter what I do. They don’t respect . I wanted him to finally know what it feels like to be helpless."

The detectives exchanged a glance. "So you felt entitled to disrupt soone’s life just because of your bitterness?" one asked, voice laced with disdain.

Revilo’s gaze hardened. "Entitled? I’ve given my entire life to Lucas Realty, and what do I get in return? Nothing. anwhile, Samuel’s handed everything on a silver platter, like he’s the rightful heir. Even the board listens to him more than they do ."

The first detective nodded, making notes in the file. "It’s clear you’ve got a grudge against Samuel. But that doesn’t explain everything, Revilo. We also have evidence that you accessed trust funds ant for soone else—Jas Lucas."

Revilo flinched at the ntion of Jas. He hadn’t expected that to co up.

The second detective leaned in, lowering his voice. "See, we know Jas has been missing for years. Legally declared dead. So explain to us how his trust fund was suddenly being accessed—and how word began circulating about his supposed return."

Revilo’s lips thinned as he tried to maintain his composure. "Jas..." he muttered, staring down at the table. "Jas was... a way to get attention off ."

"Attention off you?" the detective repeated, his eyes narrowing. "Or was it a way to stir up trouble within the Lucas family? Maybe disrupt the company itself?"

Revilo’s gaze flickered, a hint of panic in his eyes. "Look, people have questions. And sotis, the family na isn’t enough to keep things stable. I didn’t start the rumors—those were already around."

The second detective gave him a hard stare. "But you took advantage of them, didn’t you? You wanted people to believe Jas might still be alive."

Revilo’s shoulders sagged slightly, and he sighed, frustrated. "If people believed Jas was alive, it’d shake things up, wouldn’t it? Samuel’s grip on the company, the board’s favor—it would all be uncertain. I just... wanted to even the playing field."

The detectives exchanged another look, their expressions unimpressed.

The first detective spoke up again, his tone cold. "You forged evidence, didn’t you? Made people think Jas was out there sowhere, waiting to reclaim his position. And when that wasn’t enough, you started dipping into his trust fund. What exactly was your plan here, Revilo? You really thought no one would notice?"

Revilo clenched his fists on the table, frustration mounting. "I was careful," he muttered. "I thought I could manage it. And who’s going to miss money in a trust fund for a man who’s been declared dead? It wasn’t supposed to co to this."

The second detective leaned forward, his voice steady. "So, you admit it, then? You used Jas’s trust fund and fueled rumors about his return to destabilize the company? All to undermine Samuel?"

Revilo’s face twisted in a bitter smile. "It was just business. That’s how it works, isn’t it? You do whatever it takes to make sure you co out on top."

The first detective shook his head, clearly unimpressed. "Business? You endangered people, stirred up emotions, and created chaos—all because of your grudge against Samuel. And you’re calling it ’just business’?"