The dews seemed to be seeping into her skin.

It felt cold and wet, and felt very uncomfortable.

In Ziting Villa…

Anderson sat in the living room and glanced at the book in his hand.

Only Arthur, who had been standing by his side, knew that Anderson was also reading this page ten minutes ago.
Anderson put down the book and looked at Arthur, “Is there any news from there?”

He was asking about the matters in the cemetery. Arthur replied expertly, “Nope. But Hudson texted me just now and said that he felt afraid to stay in the cemetery.”

Anderson furrowed his brows, “What about she?”

Studying Anderson’s expressions, Arthur replied gingerly, “According to the information sent by Hudson, Miss Johnson has no reaction. She just kneels in front of Miss Isabella’s tomb and doesn’t move a bit.”

Anderson’s brows were knitted even more tightly.

When seeing his expression, Arthur plucked up his courage and said, “Shall we ask Miss Johnson to come back? Cemetery is actually horrific. Even Hudson can’t withstand it, not to mention Miss Johnson. She’s just a woman.”

Anderson shot a glance at Arthur, “She even dared to kill people. Will she be afraid of the unreal ghosts.” Arthur immediately shut up and sighed inwardly, “Mr. Clark was really cold-hearted.”

Catherine kneeled in front of Isabella’s tomb and many past events flashed across his mind. Her story with Isabella was like the story ‘The Snake and the Farmer’.

She saved Isabella, yet Isabella requited her kindness with enmity and sabotaged her relationship and her marriage.

In the end, Isabella died unexpectedly, but she became the scapegoat.

Catherine sneered.

standing aside, was startled by her sneered. He then

afraid of? Can she crawl out of her

stop this

vague things all looked like ghosts. Catherine

“Human beings are more scaring than

promise that you’ll be so angered by your

the moonlight and thought to himself, “This woman is

Catherine felt her legs numb as if they were not her

Luckily, Hudson assisted her.

Johnson, your legs seem to be bleeding.” Hudson noticed that Catherine’s pants were soaked in blood and reminded her. Catherine shifted her gaze to her knees and nodded, “Not

respected her inwardly when seeing her

at

need. Come back and report to Anderson. I’ll

an App. As it was early in the morning, there were a few cars available, not

sat by the roadside and waited for a long while before managing to hail

cold and painful. She wanted to take a hot bath. But when she took

bit by bit. When all these were done, she was already drenched in sweats as it

sports car at the entrance of Ziting Villa. Joshua had always been a heady person. When

and gazed at him with his brows

you investigated into what

from someone last night that Catherine suffered a lot in the prison.” Joshua’s face turned pale when he recalled what he

a lot in the prison a normal thing? Can she

but Hudson drove towards them. Anderson watched Hudson getting off the car, and then threw a glance at the place behind him.

down for a long time and were bleeding seriously. Her face was also so pale. I feel that she will probably get ill, the wind in the cemetery last night was so cold after all.” Hudson reported

wrong, “Andy, what have you done

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