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?"

who told you to

it was her. Who would risk doing something like that if it wasn't for the hundred grand she promised?" The man spoke like it was the most natural

man's cunning eyes calmly. "Can you swear that everything you're saying

this is a police station. You think

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the evidence had already been submitted, and it didn't look good for Eliza. They would continue investigating,

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which meant prison time.

stepped

When Eliza was brought in she looked terrible. Her eyes were

there. He was like a cold statue,

her downfall. She remembered when her father was

no tears, just a cold indifference toward him. She seemed to have accepted this outcome as if it was

start the fire." His eyes narrowed, and his