Entangled with My Cousin's Fiancé
Chapter 338: Can I be your hostage?

Chapter 338: Chapter 338: Can I be your hostage?

Yolanda Greenwood frowned and looked at Cooper Coldson. It now seemed that the old detective was brought in by Cooper, but they hadn’t pre-arranged anything.

However, judging by the look of things, Cooper already knew the truth. Today’s wedding... felt more like a trap, a banquet luring the prey into a deadly feast.

Cooper glanced at Yolanda, his gaze carrying a complex array of emotions, before quickly shifting his eyes to Melissa Greenwood. "What’s wrong? Have you admitted it all?"

"So what if I admit it?" Melissa sneered coldly. "Can you go back? You and Yolanda, with that wedge of Noah Coldson between you two – do you think you can still be together?"

Cooper silently clenched his teeth.

"Hahaha..." Melissa burst into laughter, utterly delighted. At this point, there was no way she could marry into the Coldson Family anymore, and she wouldn’t let Cooper and Yolanda have it easy either.

"Melissa Greenwood, don’t celebrate too early," Cooper said again. "Take a look—do you know who this is?"

Melissa’s laughter froze. Hearing the doors to the venue open once again, she turned her head to look.

"Impossible!" She instinctively took a step back. "It’s impossible! He... wasn’t he burned to death a long time ago?"

Yolanda’s eyes widened in shock upon seeing the newcomer. "Is it... Assistant Reyes?"

The person who had entered was indeed Richard Reyes. Half of his face showed visible burn scars, and behind him were several police officers.

He stepped onto the stage slowly, first nodding towards Cooper before handing over the documents in his hand. "President Coldson, I’ve gathered everything you wanted me to investigate. The files and evidence are all here."

"Good. You’ve done very well," Cooper said with a firm nod. "For your year-end bonus, you can have whatever you want."

It turned out Richard wasn’t dead. During those days in Country M, he had been working tirelessly day and night. Fearing he might have an accident after landing if he drove himself, he hired a driver.

Unexpectedly, the car had an incident about half an hour after leaving the airport.

But he escaped. The driver, however, was burned alive in the car.

As he fled, Richard distinctly saw a suspicious figure. He immediately chased after that person and had spent these recent days tracking them down.

Yesterday, Richard finally worked with police to apprehend the individual – one of Melissa’s hired assassins. The hitman confessed to their dealings with Melissa.

Also yesterday, Richard contacted Cooper to reveal the truth. As it turned out, on the day of Richard’s "fake death," Cooper had already started to suspect Melissa’s motives.

The wedding Richard had tried to stop was, from beginning to end, a trap set by Cooper, a carefully prepared punishment for Melissa.

"Melissa Greenwood, correct?" One of the police officers behind Richard presented his badge. "We suspect you’re involved in several murder cases. We’ll need you to come with us for questioning."

"No! No..." Melissa retreated several steps. Looking at Cooper, she screamed hysterically, "Cooper, are you just going to stand by and watch?"

"Everything I did was because I love you. Yes, I hurt many people, but I’ve never hurt you."

"I love you! I didn’t do anything wrong—I just loved you too much. Cooper, please help me, save me!"

"Melissa Greenwood, your so-called love frightens me," Cooper said coldly.

"Cooper, you can’t treat me this way. You can’t..." Melissa wept while shaking her head.

At that moment, the doors of the hall opened yet again, and Noah Coldson’s voice rang out from the distance. "Love? Melissa Greenwood, what you call love for Cooper is nothing more than a selfish excuse for your wickedness."

Everyone turned to look.

Noah jogged forward. When he reached Yolanda, he lowered his voice and said, "I’m sorry I’m late."

Yolanda gently shook her head.

Noah then turned to Melissa. "Do you know what I prepared for you during my time in Country M?"

Melissa’s face turned ashen. "You just want to harm me. You and Yolanda are in cahoots – despicable scum!"

Noah turned to the guest seats, raising his voice. "Everyone, let’s hear about the so-called love of Melissa Greenwood and what it led to."

"She claimed to love my younger brother but had a child with Brooks Parker while dating him. Isn’t such love ridiculous?"

"And that’s not all. When she accompanied my brother to Country M, she sneaked off multiple times to spend nights at motels with Brooks. Let me ask everyone here: is this love?"

"You’re talking nonsense!" Melissa screamed in madness. "No matter what, I’m better than Yolanda. Yolanda claims to love Cooper but seduces you, his older brother, and even in Country M, she wouldn’t spare Brooks. Do you think she’s any better?"

She let out a cold laugh. "Let me tell you, even on his deathbed, Brooks wanted to entrust our child to her. Isn’t she even more disgusting?"

"Melissa Greenwood, enough!" Cooper’s gaze turned icy and menacing. "Do you think smearing others will help you now?"

The police officer spoke again. "Ms. Greenwood, please cooperate and come with us. Don’t make us resort to force..."

Just then, Melissa suddenly lunged at Isabella Ross, snatching Little Gabriel from her arms. "Nobody come near me!"

Little Gabriel’s cries immediately filled the venue.

"Gabriel!" Several people cried out in anguish at the same time. They wanted to step forward but didn’t dare.

Melissa’s hand tightened around Little Gabriel’s fragile, delicate neck. "Stay back, or I’ll strangle him! I’ll strangle him!"

"Melissa Greenwood, if you dare harm a single hair on him, I will make your life a living hell!" Cooper growled, his entire body trembling with rage.

"Melissa, please don’t hurt him. Don’t hurt Gabriel," Yolanda pleaded through her tears, trying to comfort the screaming child. "Gabriel, don’t be scared. Gabriel, don’t be scared..."

Terrified, Yolanda grabbed Noah’s arm instinctively. "What do we do? What do we do?"

"Melissa Greenwood, this child has never done you any wrong. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you. Just let him go, let my Gabriel go," Isabella’s voice quivered as her heart tightened in fear.

"Melissa, calm down. Don’t make any more mistakes," Noah said, trying to reason with her.

In truth, Melissa hadn’t planned to run when she moved earlier, knowing there was no escape. Her target all along had been Little Gabriel, the one person everyone cared about yet whom she could seize so easily.

"Melissa Greenwood, drop the hostage. Don’t push yourself into a corner." Even the policemen’s faces had turned grim.

"Hahaha... Hahaha..." Melissa laughed wildly, her head tipped back. "How delightful. I just love seeing you all like this—hating me to death but helplessly at my mercy. Even if I die, it’s worth it."

She turned to gaze at the small infant in her arms, her long fingernails grazing his tiny face. "Yolanda, you’re just lucky. If not, you’d have died on that island back then. So why do you deserve to live and give birth to these little bastards?"

"Melissa Greenwood, calm down. Please calm down," Yolanda begged, trembling. "Give the baby back. I’ll take his place as your hostage, alright?"

She stepped forward. "I’m the one you hate. Take me as your hostage—you can do whatever you want to me. Please, alright?"

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