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.

and scanned the scene carefully. She glanced

we're in a middle of an investigation.

to ask something when a maniac suddenly dashed toward

It was Susan!

a madwoman for her hair and clothes were a disheveled mess. Her eyes

she demanded, “What are you

each other?”

nodded. “Yes. She's my father's second

see.” He nodded in

costume designer who is very popular

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

knitted her brows. “I

Mrs. Smith,” the police

declared, “I am not accusing her. My 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

and shoved the police

police officer nearly tumbled onto the ground, and his

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