The Sleeper's Wrath and His Wife's Strike novel Chapter 160

The colleagues who had just been speaking up for Naomi now looked embarrassed, their faces stiffening as if they’d suddenly realized they’d been making fools of themselves on her behalf.

But the real culprit was obviously her! How could Naomi maintain such a calm expression while framing Lindsay so effortlessly?

“The evidence is clear. You’re under arrest. Anything you say will be recorded and may be used against you,” the chief officer announced, snapping a pair of handcuffs around Naomi’s wrists before leading her away.

Everything happened so fast that Naomi was left reeling, unable to process what was happening.

Once she did, she immediately began putting on a show—clutching her chest, insisting she needed a doctor, and collapsing dramatically to the floor, struggling to breathe.

The officers, completely unfazed by her theatrics—they saw this sort of act from suspects every day—just watched her with the same detached amusement you might have for a clown at a circus.

Lindsay couldn’t help but find it funny. She took out her phone and started recording, thinking of sending it to Cheryl for a good laugh.

As soon as Naomi saw the camera pointed at her, she sprang to her feet with surprising agility—hardly the behavior of someone suffering from a medical emergency.

She shot Lindsay a venomous glare, teeth grinding audibly in frustration.

Why did she still lose to Lindsay?

She had been given a second chance at life, with knowledge of things Lindsay could never know.

“Please come with us,” the chief officer said, moving to escort her out after her little performance.

Mrs. Wilson stepped forward and addressed the police, “I want this pursued to the end. Don’t bother contacting me about settling privately—no amount of money is going to keep her out of jail.”

She was prone to scarring, and now she had a wound on her forehead. Who knew if it would leave a permanent mark?

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