Shane's throaty voice rang out. “Have you heard about Jasmine's suicide?”

“Yes, I'm about to go to the scene now,” Natalie replied as she pressed on the elevator button.

Shane furrowed his brows. “Why would you need to go there?”

“Because I think the person who died isn't Jasmine.”

She hurried into the elevator while explaining her doubts.

After hearing her explanation, Shane sprung up from his chair. “I'll go there with you too.”

“Alright. I shall wait for you there. Give me a call when you arrive,” responded Natalie.

Shane mumbled a quick response and hung up. He opened his drawer and pulled his car keys out before striding out of his office.

An hour later, Natalie arrived at the scene.

She was too late, for the corpse was no longer there. Only a few police officers were there to investigate the matter.

police line and scanned the scene carefully. She glanced at the spot

came to her. “Miss, we're in a middle of an investigation. If you have no business

lips to ask something when a

It was Susan!

looked like a madwoman for her hair and clothes were a disheveled mess. Her eyes were red, so it was obvious she

demanded, “What are you doing

you know each other?” the

nodded. “Yes. She's my

I see.” He nodded

designer who is

Natalie furiously. “Sir, she's the one who killed my

brows. “I killed

evidence, Mrs. Smith,” the

daughter was bullied because of her! She couldn't take it and chose to commit suicide. She's the one who killed my daughter! What are you doing? Hurry up and arrest

and

the ground, and his uniform got all wrinkled

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