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.”

at her slightly pale face, I could not help but take a deep breath and

She suddenly raised her 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 the successor to

all this, I still could not understand her purpose in looking for me. I knew that if I continued to follow her line of thinking, I

a moment of silence, I looked at her and asked, “Who did you

said. She looked at me and emphasized, “Benett

conflicts. I hesitated on whether I should think of a way to call the police,

on me.” “Ms. Scott, can

Corporation. The CFO had been murdered, and this scandal would be enough to doom Scott Corporation. With my father still in the hospital now, I had no say in many matters of Scott Corporation, and if something

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

to say. “There’s a

She nodded in agreement.

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 a

I handed her the menu, but she shook her head and told the

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casually ordered a coffee and then looked at her. “Are you Benett’s friend, or…?” She looked like the charming type, with enticing fox–like eyes. She seemed older than me and very feminine, the type of lady that middle–aged

killing him made me think that it was a crime of passion. I could not think of any other