Xavier's POV
As soon as Ashlyn stepped out of the office, I cleared my throat and answered the call.
“Why are you calling? Isn't the case already solved?” I asked the police officer who was supposed to handle Ashlyn's father, Max’s case.
“Good morning, Mr. Xavier. I’m sorry to bother you. There is someone who is insisting on talking to you about the case,” the officer on the other end stated.
“Who is it and why?” I asked, placing the files neatly on the table.
“It’s his wife, sir. She insists on speaking with you and is asking for your address.”
Leaning back in my chair, I pinched the bridge of my nose. “You think I have time for such interruptions?”
Before the officer could reply, a sharp female voice cut in. “Hand it over to me!”
“Mr. Xavier,” she began, her tone icy. “I ass
