The CEO's Substitute Ex-Wife-Chapter 515: Why did you divorce

"This is a frame-up," Wen Nuan said coldly. Her features, softened by her presence, appeared angular and angular.

Even the government cannot falsely accuse someone without evidence.

Detaining her like this is absolutely illegal.

If they suspect her, why not use proper legal procedures to question her or find evidence to prosecute her, instead of resorting to this dirty method? She had seen similar scenes in several Hollywood movies.

People disappear without a trace, and the government fabricates plausible reasons to erase all traces of their existence.

Would she do the same?

For some reason, Wen Nuan felt a surge of fear.

Daniel and Will seemed pleased with the fear on Wen Nuan’s face. They leaned back and asked, "Ms. Wen, can we ask you to cooperate now?" Wen

Nuan’s heart skipped a beat. She suddenly understood why they had undressed her—to see the birthmark.

"What do you want to know?"

Will asked, holding up the photo. "What is this?"

"It’s a birthmark on my body," Wen Nuan said calmly. "I’ve had it since birth."

"Besides you, who else has it? As far as I know, you have a younger sister," Will asked in a low voice.

"No!" Wen Nuan said. "Only I have it."

Daniel picked up several more sets of photos on the table. They were satellite photos, enlarged and developed. Because they were taken from a wound in the earth, the faces weren’t visible, only a black-haired woman wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and black hot pants, with a butterfly tattoo on her shoulder identical to Wen Nuan’s.

Wen Nuan didn’t understand.

"These are photos we took in the Philippines. The person in the photos is called White Fox. She’s an international fugitive. Interpol has been chasing her for years, but she’s always escaped. She’s suspected of drug trafficking, espionage, and endangering international security, among other crimes. Do you know her?" Daniel questioned.

"No!" Wen Nuan answered decisively.

She found it ridiculous. What was so strange about an international criminal having a butterfly tattoo? She didn’t find it surprising at all. There were so many people with butterfly tattoos on their shoulders these days. Were they going to arrest them all and question them?

That was outrageous!

"Miss Wen, I think you’d better tell the truth. We don’t have much patience. Think carefully about whether you know her or not, whether you two are close. Just give her the name, and you can leave," said the refined man not far away.

"I said I don’t know her," Wen Nuan said angrily. Being tied up and subjected to such humiliating questioning had already exhausted her patience, and now she just wanted it to end quickly and leave.

She didn’t recognize the person in the photo at all.

Will and Daniel exchanged a glance. Daniel said, "If you don’t know her, why does she have a tattoo that looks exactly like yours? Perhaps we could call it a birthmark."

"Shit! You’re asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? If there’s someone on the other side of the world who looks exactly like you, would you know why?"

Daniel smiled gentlemanly. "I would reasonably suspect that my parents had twins who were separated at a young age."

Wen Nuan’s eye twitched. "I’m sorry, I don’t appreciate your dry humor."

Daniel shrugged, indicating that he didn’t care. Wen Nuan frowned. A butterfly... a butterfly tattoo, a birthmark. So many people in the world have butterfly tattoos. Did she have to know them all? "That’s ridiculous.

" Will patiently explained to Wen Nuan, "I know you have questions, Miss Wen. Why did we choose you instead of other people with so many tattoos on their shoulders? Please look at the following photos. These are tattoos we photographed on different people. The butterfly itself is quite different from your birthmark. Some of them are your fans. They saw your advertisements and thought your tattoos were beautiful, so they had someone tattoo the exact same ones. But after analysis with a magnifying glass, even the tattoos they copied from you have slight differences in color and shape. The similarity is only 60%, and some colors are impossible to match perfectly. However, the butterfly tattoos in the satellite photos we took have a 96% similarity to the butterfly on your shoulder. If the shape and size were so similar, that would be understandable, a coincidence. But the butterfly on your shoulder is brightly colored, encompassing almost every color imaginable. More than a dozen of these colors are particularly difficult to mix. Who could achieve such a similarity? Unless they have had contact with you and specifically studied the butterfly on your shoulder, besides your husband, who else could it be?"

"No one!" Wen Nuan thought for a while and still maintained her answer.

A slight surprise struck her. She finally understood why the figure in the satellite photo looked familiar.

It was Wushuang!

When she was in Rome, Wushuang had admired the butterfly tattoo on her shoulder, so he had studied it and taken many photos. Later, he even got an identical tattoo on his shoulder. At first, she hadn’t considered Wushuang’s involvement in crime, but now, thinking about it, Wushuang was a member of the Mafia, so it wasn’t surprising that he committed crimes. But that butterfly... Wen Nuan was both amused and exasperated. Was this some kind of undeserved disaster?

Wushuang had really ruined her life.

A refined-looking man standing not far away asked, "Miss Wen, do you have any leads you can provide us?"

Wen Nuan was secretly amazed by the man’s keen observation and couldn’t help but glance at him a few more times. He was a very refined-looking young man, Western, with a short buzz cut, handsome, gentlemanly, and elegant—a very capable investigator.

In this basement, only these three people were truly influential.

Wen Nuan said, "No, I don’t know why she has the same birthmark as me. I’m also sure my sister doesn’t have it, and my sister is only in middle school this year. It’s impossible for her to be the person you’re looking for. Perhaps it’s just a coincidence."

"I’m sure there aren’t that many coincidences in the world. Miss Wen seems unwilling to cooperate with us," Daniel said. "Listen, girl, you’ll suffer a lot if you don’t cooperate with the government."

"It seems like a terrible threat." Wen Nuan smiled faintly. Since they were government officials, she could guarantee there would be no physical humiliation, at most some physical pain. She couldn’t possibly reveal Wu Shuang

’s identity. Since they said it was White Fox, it seemed they didn’t know Wu Shuang was a member of the Mafia.

She couldn’t say that either.

"Why did you divorce Ye Feimo?" the refined man asked.