My Husband Is a Million Years Old Vampire-Chapter 36

However before Edward ended the call he told the police to also arrest the manager.

Valentina sat in the cold interrogation room, her wrists still sore from the tight grip of the officers who had dragged her here. Her heart pounded against her chest, not from fear, but from sheer confusion and frustration.

At that moment she exhaled sharply, trying to keep her emotions in check, but the weight of the situation pressed down on her. Today of all days.

Her eyes flickered toward the officer standing near the door, arms crossed, expression unreadable.

"Can someone explain to me why I’m here?" Valentina’s voice was calm, but the fire in her eyes burned with impatience.

"You didn’t even let me make a phone call. I need to contact my husband."

Hearing what Valentina just said.

The officer, a burly man with a stoic face, didn’t move.

"No calls until the charges are confirmed," he said simply.

Immediately Valentina’s fingers clenched into fists.

"Charges?" she repeated, her voice sharp.

"What charges? I was at my mother’s remembrance. I haven’t done anything wrong!"

Another officer, a younger man with slightly sympathetic eyes, shifted on his feet before speaking.

"You were arrested under the order of Director Edward Monroe, on suspicion of fraudulently acquiring high-value property."

At that moment Valentina’s jaw dropped slightly, her brows furrowing in deep confusion.

"Fraudulently acquiring—?" She let out a bitter chuckle, shaking her head.

"What in the world are you talking about? The store manager himself gave me those items as an apology! I even insisted on paying for them!"

However The older officer remained indifferent.

"Tell it to the director when he gets here," he said gruffly.

"Until then, sit tight."

At that moment Valentina felt her patience snap.

"This is ridiculous!" she hissed, pushing back from the table. "You’re keeping me here without evidence? On whose word? Victoria I guess? Because if that’s the case, then you’re making a mistake—"

"Enough." The officer’s tone was final.

However Valentina wasn’t moved she sat stiffly on the cold metal chair, her fingers tapping impatiently against the table.

The silence in the room felt heavier than the accusations lingering in the air.

She tilted her head, eyes narrowing at the officers standing before her.

"I had a very unpleasant encounter with someone today, and now I’m suddenly being treated like a criminal?" Her voice was laced with restrained anger. "Tell me exactly what I did wrong."

At that moment the officers remained silent, exchanging unreadable glances.

"You’ll find out soon enough," one of them finally muttered, arms crossed over his chest.

Valentina let out a scoff, shaking her head.

"Unbelievable. You drag me out of my mother’s remembrance ceremony, refuse to let me make a single phone call, and now you won’t even tell me why I’m here?"

At that moment She leaned back against the chair, exhaling sharply. This was beyond ridiculous.

Just then, the door swung open. The tension in the room shifted immediately as a man in a sleek navy-blue suit walked in with an air of absolute authority.

Edward Monroe.

His sharp gaze landed on Valentina, and for a brief moment, he faltered.

He had expected... someone plain. Someone forgettable.

But the woman sitting before him was anything but.

Her beauty was striking—captivating in a way that made him briefly understand why the store manager might have been reckless enough to hand over those exclusive items.

For a split second, Edward’s expression softened, but just as quickly, he composed himself.

Beauty didn’t define status. It wasn’t beauty that made someone important in society. It was wealth. It was power. It was family legacy.

And Valentina, despite how stunning she was, had none of those things.

At that moment his jaw tightened, and his lips curled into a smirk of disdain.

"I see now," Edward said, voice dripping with arrogance.

"I was wondering what kind of woman could make my manager act so foolishly."

Immediately he took a step forward, placing both hands on the table as he loomed over her.

"But let me be very clear, Miss Valentina," his tone was sharp, condescending. "Your face might turn some heads, but that doesn’t mean you deserve what isn’t yours. Beauty does not equate to power. Your family name holds no weight, your worth is insignificant, and no amount of charm will change that."

Upon hearing what Edward just said.

Valentina’s eyes darkened, her lips pressing into a thin line as she listened to his rant.

She had met men like Edward before—men who measured a person’s value by their last name and bank account.

However Valentina sat still, her expression unreadable, as Edward’s voice grew louder, his rant echoing off the walls of the interrogation room.

"Who do you think you are, Valentina?" Edward’s voice dripped with contempt, his hands slamming down onto the table.

"You had the audacity to accept something that wasn’t even meant to be gifted in the first place! And then—then you had the nerve to pay mere peanuts for it?"

Then he let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

"You scammed us!" His eyes burned with accusation.

"You think you can walk into our establishment, take advantage of our system, and get away with it?"

At that moment Valentina’s fingers curled into fists on her lap, her knuckles turning white, but she didn’t speak. She simply stared at him, unmoving, unreadable.

Edward gritted his teeth.

"I don’t care if the manager willingly handed it to you. As far as I’m concerned, you two are working together in some ridiculous scheme. And do you know what happens to scammers like you?"

He leaned closer, his voice a low hiss.

"You pay."

His jaw clenched as he straightened up, pacing the room.

"You will pay for even touching the item. You will pay for the losses your little stunt caused. And most importantly—"he turned back to her, his gaze cold and unforgiving, "—you will pay for trying to chase away one of our most valuable VIP members."

At that moment Valentina has had enough of Edward, she wanted to say something when a noise could be heard outside and immediately.

the room fell into a tense silence as the police dragged the manager in. His face was pale, his eyes darting around the station, but his posture remained upright—steady, despite the circumstances.