Atwood opened the door and walked in.

Marlon stood up, “It seems that Mr. James didn't want to ask me anything. Then I'll leave.”

Stanford didn't say anything, and Marlon took it as approval.

After Marlon went out, Atwood asked, “What did he say?”

“What’s the result of what I asked you to check?” Stanford James skipped the question. Now he wants to know whether Simona Flores is related to her.

Atwood shook his head, “The information I found is basically the same as her resume.”

Nothing else can be found.

“The same?” Stanford obviously didn't believe it. He narrowed his eyes. “You and I will go to the police department.”

With his eyes looking down, Atwood did not ask any more, and said yes.

They left the company. While Atwood was driving, he kept looking at Stanford in the rearview mirror, wondering what would the man told him in the office.

Amanda really did not commit suicide?

So how did she die?

“Mr. James, who is that man?” Atwood asked.

Stanford’s expression was cold, and his eyes were filled with unnoticeable great anger.

He slowly raised his head, “Do you think she will commit suicide?”

Atwood didn't grasp the meaning of his words for an instant, but he quickly realized what Stanford was referring to.

For so long, this has always been a taboo, and no one dared to mention it to him.

But at the moment, he mentioned it because of that man?

He thought for a while, “I don't know.”

He really didn’t know.

“I used to think that it was because of me. I hurt her so much...”

this, his voice got choked, “Atwood

his lips. He knew that, and he knew all

done, it cannot be

said that it is better to let

that time, he didn’t

ever wanted is

the moment, he had everything, but

no smile on

no regret drug in the

over. Just let go.” Atwood

only think of such a sentence. What’s done is done and there’s no way

front

and open the car door for him. But when he walked to the car door, Stanford had already pushed the car door open, and his weakness

said, “I called

left a faint hum,

walked beside him and stepped

so they didn’t need a lot of

the interview room of the police department, there was no one in the

visit her, her eyes

“Stanford...”

in

to come over, but was stopped

at Stanford, “You have to trust me. I didn't kill anyone. I was framed by Simona. She

Stanford interrupted her

her at the moment, but he had watched it and saw the hideous and vicious look she had ever shown

for a

nothing?” Stanford's voice was gloomy, “You tell me, did you kill

popped

looked at Stanford incredulously at the same

Simona said?” Lindsay clenched her hand, thinking how to deny this in her mind. She would never admit it, “She is jealous of me and wants to frame me because I have been with you

of you?” Stanford sneered. “Why would

a little

at her with no expression,

“I haven’t……”

across the table. Stanford’s face was cold and his

barely breathe. Her face flushed, but she still

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