Chapter 153: Steven's Confession
Steven sat alone in the cold interrogation room, the fluorescent light overhead buzzing faintly.
His hands rested on the steel table, cuffed but motionless.
For once, there was no smirk, no cold act to hide behind.
He looked tired, his shoulders slumped under the weight of secrets he had carried for years.
When the detective entered, Steven didn't bother to look up. He knew why he was there.
"Steven Blackwood," the detective said, flipping open a file. "You've had quite the career, haven't you? Business deals, property acquisitions, forging documents—should I go on?"
Steven chuckled bitterly, still not looking up. "You forgot 'living in my brother's shadow.'"
The detective ignored his sarcasm.
"So you agree to save us both some time and start talking? We already have enough evidence to bury you. But if you cooperate, maybe we can make this easier."
