Chapter 55 More Proof!
Adrian's POV.
“I’ll be joining this interview,” I said, not an opinion, but a declaration.
The interviewer looked elated to see me but Cassandra didn't. The look on her face showed that she was frozen in place.
“Of course, Mr. Kane,” the interviewer said. “We've been looking forward to an interview with you.”
I took a seat beside Cassandra, crossing my legs immediately. My eyes snapped to her and I chuckled silently to myself.
Her hands were starting to shake slightly and she swallowed hard two times in a second.
“I didn't know you would be here,” she turned to me, forcing a smile to her lips. Trying to act like we get along.
“Miss Cassandra, you said you reconnected?” The interviewer asked.
Cassandra was answering her questions so fine before I got here but it was getting difficult for her to say a word.
“Yes,” she nodded nervously.
“When did we?” I turned to her.
She gulped before she turned back to me. She smiled, tilting her head to the side.
“Did you come here to deny my pregnancy and call everything I said a lie?” She scoffed.
“Are you delusional enough to believe they are not lies?” I laughed.
The interviewer's voice snapped our faces back to her.
“Miss Cassandra is making us believe her pregnancy claims are the truth. And it looks like you are trying to prove that wrong, Mr. Adrian."
I said nothing and only watched.
“What do you want us to believe? Let's hear from you,” she said, her face fixated on me.
I blinked slowly and intentionally, sitting more comfortably on the chair, my hands placed on my crossed legs, intertwined with each other.
I didn't come here to talk with the interviewer, I came to have a talk with Cassandra.
I faced Cassandra and not the interviewer.
“You've ruined a man's life, Cassandra.” I said. “That doctor who gave you that fake results won't only lose his job, he'll lose all his years of hard work and his future years of promotion and honor.”
Cassandra blinked. That caught her off guard. She must have been so stupid to think I'd sit by and watch her cause a tantrum while trying to tarnish my name.
“Or…..” my voice rose again. “Do you think the money you paid him will be enough to shut his mouth forever?”
Cassandra gasped, her eyes getting widened but she was quick to hide that panicked look.
“What are you saying, Adrian?” Her voice was slightly shaky. “Why would I pay someone for fake results!”
She turned her face to where the camera was. ”Don't believe him! He doesn't want to accept the pregnancy!”
I chuckled. The interviewer also chuckled nervously, her eyes darting between the both of us.
That moment, my phone pinged with a message from David.
'I handed it over to attorney Andrew, Sir.' The message read.
The interviewer's voice which I heard at that moment made me turn my face back to her.
“Mr. Adrian. We can't believe you if you don't have proof. We saw the pregnancy results of Miss Cassandra, it says she's truly pregnant.”
“Andrew!” I called, my face not leaving the interviewer.
Footsteps echoed and when it got closer, the sound becoming clearer, I stretched my hand. He placed a file on my hand and I opened it, my eyes still on the interviewer.
I held a flashdrive and placed it on the rounded table that divided the interviewer and us.
I also placed some documents in front of her. She looked at the documents and back at me with a curious face.
“Thesee are proofs,” I said and could hear Cassandra's heart beat loudly.
“Recordings of the doctor confessing to fabricating the pregnancy results.’’ Cassandra gasped in horror.
“Images of the hypnotic sedative used to spike my drink and a recording from the caterer who the drug was gotten from,” I continued. “The transactions included.”
“A medical report of mine which shows the level of drugs used on me,” I kept listing. “Including my call history that shows I haven't been in touch with this lady.”
I uncrossed my legs, leaning in towards the interviewer, my intimidating gaze making her blink.
“What other proof do you need to prove that I'm not responsible for her pregnancy?”
The interviewer picked one of the files, wanting to check but my voice halted her. “Save yourself the stress, it's being published on blogs and news channel right now.”
“Turn the TV on,” she ordered one of the maintenance crew.
The TV was turned on like she wanted and everything was there, the record from the caterer and that of the doctor who kept apologizing in between his words. Cassandra stood up, the chair scraping against the floor, her fists getting clenched beside her.
“You….. All that is a lie!” She said, her lips trembling.
“Enough with your lies, Cassandra,” I snapped. “Do something like this one more time and I won't solve it lightly.”
“Are you really pregnant, Miss Cassandra?” the interviewer took a deep breath and asked.
Before Cassandra could answer the question, I spoke.
“Since I'm done here, I'll leave you to wrap things up here,” I said to Cassandra then turned immediately, walking out of the interview room.
While I walked out with Andrew following behind me, I met Denklin right in front of the elevator.
“Tea?” He said.
Tea was just a cover, he had something to say to me.
My head tilted slightly to the side, as I passed a message to Andrew.
“Go ahead. Thanks for your hard work." He bowed slightly before getting into the elevator.
Denklin led me to his office, pouring tea while he stood in front of his desk.
“The woman contacted me.” He said. “I think she's angry at you for getting married without bringing your wife to her.”
Denklin was just a nickname this guy picked up. His real name is Dennis Klein.
One of the only two people who knew all about me and my entire back story.