Chapter 756 Stolen

“No way!”

Freya blurted it out instinctively, then quickly realized her mistake and tried to cover it up. “You’re wrong,” she said smoothly. “That raw stone isn’t worth anything. To anyone outside my family, it’s just a useless piece of rock. You can take it away, but you’re not going to make a dime off it.”

She stepped off the bed, her wolf eyes glowing in the dim light as she used their night vision to open the safe.

Inside were bundles of cash–worth nearly $50,000–some securities, important documents, and the gemstone she’d just won at the auction.

She pulled out $50,000 in cash, grabbed her checkbook, and quickly relocked the safe.

After scribbling down the agreed amount, she walked out and handed over both the cash and the check.

“The check is good anytime. And the cash? Consider it your reward.”

The man tugged his cap lower as he reached out to take them. “Then thank you, Ms. Sander.”

With that, he shifted into wolf form and disappeared into the night.

Freya locked the safe back up and, finally, allowed herself to fall asleep.

The next morning.

“Aaahhh!”

“My gemstone!”

Freya’s scream echoed through the entire hotel.

By 9 a.m., the hotel was swarming with police.

One officer was questioning her as he took notes. “Ms. Sander, are you sure you’re the only one who knows the safe’s password?”

“Yes,” Freya snapped, clearly agitated. Her sharp wolf fangs flashed as she bared her teeth. “You’ve asked me that three times already. How many more times do you need me to repeat myself?”

“I told you the rough gem I paid ten million dollars for was right there in the safe. I even saw it during the night when I got up to use the bathroom. But this morning, the safe was open, and it was gone!”

She gestured angrily. “Instead of chasing down the thief, you’re wasting time grilling me over and over! Is this really how you use taxpayers’ money?”

“My apologies, Ms. Sander,” the officer stammered. He was clearly a low-ranking wolf warrior, and his tone lacked any real authority.

“We’re just trying to cover every detail thoroughly so we can solve this quickly. Please bear with us.”

Freya could tell he wasn’t in charge and decided he wasn’t worth her time. She raised her voice, shouting down the hallway, “Is there anyone here who can actually take charge?!”

Just then, a tall, broad-shouldered man stepped out from near the safe. He was a Beta–clearly someone with more authority.

“Ms. Sander,” he said in a neutral expression as he approached.

Freya gave him a quick once-over and huffed. “Are you their boss?”

Without waiting for his reply, she barked an order. “I want you to send your people out now. I want a full sweep of the hotel–every corner. Find my gemstone! And if you don’t, I’ll file an official complaint for negligence and make sure you’re held responsible for all my losses!”

“Forgive me, Ms. Sander,” the man said carefully, “but from what we can tell, there’s no sign of forced entry anywhere in or around the room. The safe was opened with the correct password.” He hesitated, clearly reluctant to say what was on his mind.

Freya’s eyes narrowed. “What are you trying to say?” she demanded. “Are you seriously accusing me of stealing from my own family?! I’m a Sanders! Why would I rob myself?!”

The man didn’t flinch, though his tone stayed diplomatic. “Of course not. I’m just asking if it’s possible you placed the gemstone somewhere else and forgot about it?”

Freya crossed her arms, her blood-red wolf eyes blazing. She asked fiercely, “Do I look like someone with memory loss?”

The man didn’t argue. Instead, he signaled to one of his team, who brought over a small locked case.

“Ms. Sander,” he asked, “can you tell us what’s inside this?”

“That’s part of my private collection,” Freya answered awkwardly, her voice rising defensively. “You’re here to find my gemstone, not interrogate me! Why are you messing with my things?!”

Ignoring her protest, the man weighed the case in his hand and asked, “What’s the code, Ms. Sander?”

“I don’t know,” she said, turning her head sharply, refusing to answer.

“Since you refused to cooperate,” he said calmly, “we’ll have to open it by force.” He set the case on the table and began to work on it.

Freya wasn’t the least bit worried they’d manage to open the box and find Hayley’s raw sapphire. Without the password, they had no legal right to damage a citizen’s personal property.

Her bigger concern was now figuring out where the gemstone had gone.

Suddenly, click. The lock popped open.

Freya’s head snapped toward the sound, eyes wide.

The man glanced inside the box, then slowly turned it so she could see.

“Ms. Sander,” he said in a quiet but pointed voice, “is this the gemstone you were looking for?”