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...”

his voice got choked, “Atwood Barret, I

He knew that, and he knew all

done, it cannot

that it is better to

that time, he didn’t

had ever

everything, but he

smile on his face

is no regret drug in the

let go.”

a sentence. What’s done is done

car stopped in front

the car door for him. But when he walked to the car door, Stanford had already pushed the car door open, and his weakness in the car was gone. He looked very indifferent at

said, “I called

left a faint hum,

walked beside him

a lot of tedious procedures. And a meeting had

the police department, there was no one in the

to visit her, her eyes

“Stanford...”

sat in

to come over, but was stopped by Atwood,

trust me. I didn't kill anyone. I

Stanford

had watched it and saw the hideous and vicious look she had ever

for

the police detain you for nothing?” Stanford's voice was gloomy, “You tell me, did you

eyes popped open

Stanford incredulously at the same time. Amanda was killed

this in her mind. She would never admit it, “She is

sneered. “Why would she be jealous of

was a little flustered,

with no expression, “I'll ask you one last time, Amanda, have you killed

“I haven’t……”

almost lifted her feet off the ground across the table. Stanford’s face was cold and his eyes

breathe. Her face flushed,

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