The Billionaire’s Bargain Bride

Questioned

SADIE

“Are you sure we are in the right place? That doesn’t look like an FBI building.” I looked at the three-story building through the window.

The car entered into a somewhat parking area. I was still shaking earlier. If it wasn’t for these two who assured me that Cenric was fine, I might have lost my freaking mind.

Linden opened the door. “This is the address in the text. Probably an FBI black site.”

I climbed down, rubbing my arms. The hair at the back of my neck just rose. “What if he’s a bad guy and tries to lure us out then kill us all?”

“We came ready. Just in case. Stay behind us.” Devin covered me while Linden was already ahead of us.

“Are you even allowed to bring a gun?”

“Yeah. I am trained and employed as a private contractor.”NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

I stared up at him. “Just making sure we are not going to be in trouble. Is Cenric really okay?”

“There’s only one way to find out,” he answered with confidence while I thought I left mine behind.

A guy in a suit with an ID tag around his neck came to us. “Are you Sadie Wollf, ma’am?”Don’t I have a picture on their database?

“Yes. And you are?” I read his name in the ID. “You are the guy who called earlier.”

“Yes, ma’am. Follow me, please? Your companion will deposit their firearms and any weapon in that area. Your bag, ma’am.”

I gave it to Linden. “Take care of my bag. It’s Hermes Birkin.” Cenric gave it to me as a gift on my first day in PrimerTech, because I couldn’t afford that kind of price tag.

“Let’s go, ma’am.”

“I’m gonna wait for them.”

Agent Miller said, “They’re not going anywhere. And this is a federal building. No one can harm you.”

“We’ll be fine. We’ll come and look for you.” Linden nodded. “It’s gonna be okay.”

My heart kept pounding hard. “Fine.”

We passed by several people in suits. They were hustling in somewhat like a temporary desk. This wasn’t exactly the type of government office I used to see.

Special Agent Miller opened a door. “Please?”

I peeped at the room. There was a table and two chairs, maybe how an interrogation room looked like in an actual scenario. There was no lamp hanging on the ceiling. I also noticed a black window, in my guess, a viewing room behind that glass.

I looked at the camera in the corner before I sat.

“My colleague will be here in a moment.” He left quickly.

I drew a deep breath before I placed my hands on the table. My heart kept thumping. My lips dried. The door suddenly swung open, startling me.

“My apology.” He sat across the table—another agent with dark skin in his thirties.

“Why am I here? I thought I would come here to see my husband.”

He looked at me and somewhat smiled. “State your name, please?”

“Not until you tell me why I am here?”

“We’ll come to that.”

“I know my rights. I haven’t been broken any laws, not even issued a parking ticket, and I paid my tax. So, no.” I sat straight.

“Okay. We’ll just ask you a few questions regarding your relationship with your husband.” He then sighed and looked at the dark window.

“That’s all?”

“Yes.”

“Very well then.”

“Your full name, please?”

“Sadie Charmaine Armelle Greer Wollf.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-one. Would you also like my address, my social media accounts, and my mobile number?”

“Just answer my question, please? The faster you answer, the faster you can go home.”

“I just feel like you wanted to know more than my relationship with Cenric.”

“It depends on your answer. How did you meet Mr. Wollf.”

“Arranged married. I met him on our wedding day.”

His brow arched.

“Ask him. Do you want to conduct a polygraph?”

“When did you two get married?”

“Two months, three weeks, and three days. And I haven’t seen him since three days ago. Is he here arrested or something?” I blinked when my eyes started to fill with tears.

“Did he mention his job?”

“He runs Wollf Corporation, Wollf Capital, Centhaddeus, The Traveler NFT game. He also owned PrimerTech.”

“Did he mention about his work with the FBI?”

My brows knitted, confused. “Did he also work with you?” I shook to laugh. “You’re kidding, right? What is it like to work twenty-fours a day?”

“Yes or no, ma’am.”

“No.” I studied him to see if he was lying, but he was an FBI Agent. He probably knew what I was doing. What the hell is going on?

“Did he mention meeting your father, Hanslo Greer?”

“No. I don’t think they met after our wedding. Is Cenric really okay?” My voice cracked in the end. “I’d been meaning to talk to him. We kind of had a misunderstanding three days ago. He emailed me once. I didn’t reply because I was angry. Then he called me the next day. I was busy at work, and I missed his call. Is he with Beck? Is he hurt? Is he missing?”

“What made you think that?”

I struggled to keep my emotions at bay. I drew a deep breath. “I’m scared my brother would hurt him.”

“Your brother?”

“Jasper Greer. He hates me. I just want to know if my husband is okay.” My tears fell. I wiped it away quickly. “That’s all I wanted to know. I have the right to know that. I am his wife, for Pete’s sake. If it happens to any of your family, I’m sure you would do anything to find it out.”

“How’s your relationship with Cenric Wollf?”

“I’ll stop answering your questions if you won’t tell me if my husband is okay. I will go to the media that you held him here.”

“Did you just threaten an FBI agent?”

“Call it whatever you want. Do I need a lawyer?”

He sighed again. “Your husband is alive.”

I nodded, smiling. “Okay. Thank you. What do you wanna know?”

“What’s the line of business your father operates?” He wrote something down.

“Import and export, winery, and recently, shipping line. Why?”

“I’m only taking down information, Mrs. Wollf.”

“Have you heard about Absolom Organizations, or known as AO?”

“No. What’s that?” I stared at him in confusion.

He wrote down again. “Do you know your father has been running gun smuggling in the US for years?”

I chuckled. “I would have seen guns in the house. Well, how would I know if I wasn’t even allowed to go out? I even missed a prom, do you know that?”

“So you also have no idea he operates a Fentanyl production?”

I shook my head. “What else he doesn’t should be your question? But I’m not surprised, though. When you don’t even allow your daughter to go out like other girls, even a naive girl knows something fishy is going on.”

“Do you have contact with your brother?”

“Check my phone logs or ask my service provider for logs. I have nothing to hide. I don’t talk to my brother. I met him weeks ago at the cafe, and I called him in a kiosk. Are there any other exciting questions you’d like to ask?”

“When was the last time you talked to your father?”

“Wedding day.”

“And you never call your father?”

“You sound so surprised? He put a price tag around my neck. So I don’t care. I don’t wish them to be dead because that’s awful. I’m here today because of my father. I wish them good health. Anything else? I’m getting bored here. Don’t you want to offer me water or something?”

“Would like something to drink?” he asked sarcastically.

“If you’re done, I’m gonna go find my husband.”

“Thank you for your time.” He stood up and held the door for me. I let go of a shuddering breath once I was outside the room. I walked out, following the hallway. Whatever that was all about, it looked terrifying. And I was just interrogated by an FBI Agent. That was a big deal.

I was not naive. I knew it had something to do with my father or something Cenric didn’t want to tell me about—the root of our fight.

Cenric might be right after all. My father had some shitty business going on. But why did Cenric get himself involved with my father? How did he fit in all this? As far as I knew, his company was legit, slate clean. He wasn’t the kind of man who got into dirty business for fun.

I was startled when someone called my name behind me. My heart pounded in my chest, but it wasn’t for the shock. That stupid awareness again just returned.