Mated To The Crippled Alpha-Chapter 210: Lies and Snitches

From inside the shed, Nelson’s voice rang out, confused and slightly annoyed. "Where is the person you mentioned? Where are they?"

I let out a quiet breath and stepped forward. "Come on," I said calmly. "Looks like we’re about to watch a very interesting show."

When I walked into the shed, my eyes swept across the room. There was nothing there except a simple bed. No sign of Silas. No blood. No body.

I had not expected them to call the police so boldly, but I knew very well that the estate was being watched from all directions. There were eyes everywhere. I would never have been careless enough to let Silas remain there long enough to be discovered.

Some things must be handled quickly.

I had already sent Silas away before the police arrived.

Linda stared at me, her face pale and filled with disbelief. "Where is he?" she demanded. "I’ve been watching! There’s no way you could have moved him!"

Adam frowned, clearly realizing something was strange. "Why have you been watching this shed in the first place?" he asked her sharply.

I folded my arms and looked at Linda calmly. "You’ve worked here for years, right? I’m curious. How did you decide there was a body in here just because you saw cleaning tools and a large bag?"

She pointed toward the floor nervously. "Who prepares a body bag if someone didn’t die?"

I gave a small shrug. "Maybe you misunderstood. That wasn’t a body bag. It was a heavy-duty trash bag. We were cleaning."

"Impossible!" she insisted, her voice shaking. "I saw a bodyguard carry a tall man inside. Now he’s gone. Did you kill him?"

I sighed softly and turned to Nelson. "Captain Tucker, your team works with evidence, don’t you? She has no witness, no proof, just guesses. Do you arrest people based on imagination?"

Nelson nodded. "Mrs. Hale, we follow facts. Miss, if you can’t provide evidence, this becomes a false report."

Linda’s breathing grew uneven. "Then why were they cleaning in such a hurry?" she demanded desperately.

I stepped closer to her and lowered my voice slightly. "You’re so sure someone died. So confident. Could it be because you’re the one who killed him? Is that why you’re panicking?"

Her expression broke instantly. Her fear showed clearly on her face. She wasn’t trained for this kind of pressure. She was not like Anna calculated and cold.

She was just a pawn.

"H–how could I kill anyone?" she stammered.

"If you didn’t," I pressed, "then why call the police so confidently? Why are you shaking now? What exactly are you hiding?"

Nelson watched her closely. Years of experience made it easy for him to see nervous guilt. His tone turned firm. "Miss Linda, you’ll have to come with us. We are charging you with filing a false report."

"No!" she cried. "You have to believe me! Someone really "

She stopped herself.

"What about it?" Nelson asked sharply.

She swallowed. "I... I was just guessing. But if nothing happened here, where did the man go? And why were there guards outside?"

Lewis, who had remained silent until now, finally spoke. A faint smile touched his lips. "Since when does the estate report to the maid? Do I need to explain every move to the staff?"

Adam, still confused but trying to look authoritative, added, "Exactly. Who do you think you are?"

Nelson turned to Lewis. "But why are there bodyguards outside this shed?"

Lewis’s voice was steady. " Theo, show them."

Theo bent down and lifted the mattress.

Underneath it were stacks of gold bars.

Perfectly arranged. Neatly placed. Not just under the bed, but inside the cabinets and storage boxes nearby. Gold bars gleamed under the light, reflecting against the walls.

For a moment, even I was speechless.

I grew up around wealth, but seeing that much gold in one place still made my heart skip.

The shed wasn’t hiding a body.

It was hiding treasure.

Adam’s mouth fell open. Julian stared as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. From their reactions, it was clear this gold did not belong to the Hale family.

It belonged to Lewis.

Nelson wiped sweat from his forehead. "Mr. Hale... this is..."

"Now you understand why there are guards," Lewis said lightly. "And that bag? It’s for transporting gold."

He picked up one bar casually and weighed it in his hand. "As for where this gold comes from, I believe that is private."

Nelson cleared his throat. "Of course. Sorry for the disturbance, Mr. Hale."

"It’s your job," Lewis replied calmly. " Theo, see Captain Tucker out."

Once the police escorted Linda away, the shed fell silent again.

Adam stared at Lewis. "Why are you storing so much gold here?"

Lewis glanced at me with a playful look. "To marry my wife."

My face flushed instantly. I had not expected him to drag me into this explanation.

Adam frowned. "What does that even mean? Were we hiding someone here or not?"

Lewis raised an eyebrow. "Does this look like a place to hide someone?"

"Who hides people in a vault?" he added calmly.

Adam muttered something under his breath and helped Jeffrey leave. Julian let out a deep breath of relief and followed them out.

When everyone was gone, I slowly knelt and touched one of the gold bars.

It was cold.

"Is it real?" I asked quietly.

Lewis laughed. "Want to bite it and check?"

"There’s so much," I said, staring around. "How many are there?"

He pulled me into his arms and gently messed up my hair. "Just over seven thousand."

"Seven thousand?" I stared at him. "Why such a specific number?"

He looked at me softly. "From the day we met until the day I planned to return home, I collected one each day. I wanted to give them to you as a wedding gift."

I blinked at him. "Who gives gold bars as a wedding gift? Do you even know how heavy this is? You really don’t treat gold like money."

He tapped my nose gently. "You forgot, didn’t you? Little miser. You once said you wanted someone to keep you in a golden house."

My memory flashed back to childhood. I had once read a story about a king building a golden house for a princess. I had said with dramatic excitement that I wanted to live in a golden palace too.

I felt embarrassed remembering it.

But he had taken it seriously.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and laughed softly. "If I said I wanted the stars, would you try to grab those too?"

"As long as you want them," he said quietly, "and I can reach them."

"Lewis, you’re ridiculous."

"Loving you isn’t ridiculous."

He leaned closer, his eyes warm. "All of this is for you. Do you like it?"

I looked around at the gold, then back at him. So much had happened lately. Fear. Betrayal. Danger. And yet he stood here thinking about fulfilling a childhood dream of mine.

"Compared to the gold," I whispered, pulling him closer, "I like the man who gave it to me more."

His gaze darkened slightly, softer now, deeper.

I brushed my lips against his and whispered, "Lewis... kiss me."