Mirabelle’s POV:
I snapped the radio off, my heart pounding in my chest. It wasn’t just my name they were tarnishing—it was everything I’d worked for, everything Noah had built.
I was losing control, and I hated it.
As if on cue, my phone rang again, and I answered without checking the caller ID.
“Mrs. Sylvester, it’s Officer Carter.” Came the now-familiar voice. “I have a few questions for you.”
“Go ahead.” I said, barely able to keep my voice calm.
“Has there been any breach in your security measures at the site?” He asked.
I swallowed hard. “No. We followed every guideline. Every safety protocol was in place.”
“Is there anyone you suspect might have wanted to sabotage your renovation project?” He pressed.
“No.” I replied automatically, the words slipping from my lips before I
