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...”

of this, his voice got choked, “Atwood

that, and he knew all his pain

done, it

it is better to

time, he

he had ever wanted is

the moment, he had everything, but

no smile on his face

is no regret

over. Just let

of such a sentence. What’s done is

front of

walked to the car door, Stanford had already

said, “I

a faint

beside him

didn’t need a lot of tedious procedures. And

in the room but the officers guarding

come to visit her, her eyes were red with

“Stanford...”

in the chair

to come over, but was stopped by Atwood, “Sit

trust me. I didn't kill anyone. I was framed by Simona. She wanted to harm

Leroy!” Stanford interrupted

the video, he might believe her at the moment, but he had watched it and

for a moment.

Stanford's voice was gloomy, “You tell

popped open

Stanford incredulously at the same time. Amanda

this in her mind. She would never admit it, “She is jealous of me and wants to

you?” Stanford sneered.

Lindsay was a little flustered,

you want to kill her?” Stanford James stared at her with no expression, “I'll ask you one last

“I haven’t……”

grabbed her by the collar and almost lifted her feet off the ground across the table. Stanford’s face was cold and his eyes turned red.

neckline was so tight that she could barely breathe. Her face

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