His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

But she couldn't bring herself to tell the truth. If she did, her son, who was in college, wouldn't be able to graduate and get his diploma. "No, I wasn't at the scene." She had no choice but to lie.

Casper flicked his fingers, and Marian scurried away like she was escaping. With no one at the scene, who should he believe?

He lit a cigarette and took a slow drag, the smoke swirling around him, his face a mask of solitude and detachment.

Casper got in his car and drove off, heading to the police station. He didn't rush to see Eliza but went to see the arsonist first.

The man had a crew cut, a long, dark face, a scar above his eyebrow, wasn't very tall, and had an indifferent look. He must've been a regular here. "Who are you?" The man eyed Casper up and down.

Casper's attire and demeanor were far from ordinary, especially the Patek Philippe on his wrist, which made the man's eyes gleam with envy.

"I'm asking the questions here. Who told you to start the fire?"

The man sneered, "The cops already asked me that. Why are you asking again?"

it Eliza who told

the hundred grand she promised?" The man spoke like it was the most natural

watched the man's cunning eyes calmly. "Can you swear

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which meant prison time.

conflicted. He stepped outside

visitor's room to visit Eliza. When Eliza was brought in she looked terrible. Her eyes were

there. He was like a cold statue, his

witness her downfall. She remembered

just a cold indifference toward him. She seemed to have accepted this

to start the fire." His eyes narrowed,