Facade of Love

Chapter 31 The Motive for Murder

The woman looked at me and continued, “That car was driven away five days ago by Benett Anderson, the Chief Financial Officer of Scott Corporation, and it hasn’t been returned since, right?”

I had no clue where the car had been and when. I took a deep breath before saying, “How do you know there’s a b*dy in that car’s trunk?”

Despite the bright daylight, her expression was dark and foreboding, giving me a chill. After a while, she said slowly, “I killed him.”

I nearly retreated out of fright, but since I had seen more shocking things before, I steadied myself and asked her, “You killed someone? And hid the b*dy in the trunk of Scott Corporation’s car?”

She nodded. Noticing people passing by, she frowned and said, “That car is now parked in the Spring Hallmark residential complex. If you don’t believe me, you can come with me and have a look.”

I was getting a headache. I frowned. “Why are you telling me this?” Most murderers would turn themselves in to the police or clear the evidence and run away, but she had come to me instead.

She looked at me with a blank expression. “I wasn’t planning to. I wanted to speak to your father, but I’ve been here a few times, and he’s been occupied with treatments all those times. He’s in his own world most of the time now, so I turned to you.”

“You’re looking for my father?”

She nodded. “You might think that after killing someone, I should turn myself in or flee, but I don’t want to do that just yet. I still have unfinished business. I know that murderers must pay with their lives, and I will surely die. But before I do, I want people to know why I had to kill him. I at least want to die with a clear conscience.”

slightly pale face, I could not help but take a deep breath and say, “The police will

voice, looking at me with a hint of red in her eyes. “Even if the police know, they won’t tell the world. But you can. You’re

not understand her purpose in looking for me. I knew that if I continued to follow her line of thinking, I would only become an outlet for

I looked at her and asked, “Who did

me and emphasized, “Benett Anderson, the Chief

whether I should

“Ms. Scott, can we find somewhere to sit

my

she said, “Don’t worry, I’m not a homicidal maniac. I just want to talk to you so

to see what she really wanted to say. “There’s a cafe in the mall across the

She nodded in agreement.

this cafe in the mall was strategic: the mall was crowded, security was tight, and next to it was a military base. If she had any ill intentions toward me, I had

menu, but she shook

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a coffee and then looked at her. “Are you Benett’s friend, or…?” She looked like the charming type, with enticing fox–like eyes.

like her getting involved with a CFO and then killing him made me think that it was a crime of passion. I could not think