I’m Sorry But I Love You

Chapter 72

Johanna’s expression changed. She looked at Anderson in disbelief.
‘I didn’t.” Her fair face was full of stubbornness. “Mr. Clark, please believe me. I didn’t.”

Meeting Anderson’s slightly cold gaze, Johanna was a bit frightened. She forced herself to calm down and kept lying, “I won’t admit anything that I’ve never done. I want to confront him.”

Arthur pointed at the man who had collapsed on the floor and said, “That’s the man who shot the photos.”

Johanna followed Arthur’s finger, looking confused. “I’ve never met this man before.”

The man dared not to look at Johanna. Avoiding her eye contact, he said, “It’s her. She asked me to shoot the photos.” Johanna blushed in anger. “Look at my eyes. When did I ask you to do it?”

The young man dared not to look at her. “No matter what, it’s you who asked me to shoot.”

He looked as if he had a guilty conscience.

All the people in the basement sensed something fishy.

Johanna looked as if she was wronged beyond dispute. She looked at Anderson with her innocent eyes full of pleading. “Mr.
Clark, I truly didn’t ask him to do so.”

Anderson cast a glance at Arthur. “Look into his residence and the latest contacts.”

‘I’ve asked my men to do so.”

The basement was pretty quiet except for Johanna’s sobs.

Anderson was sitting on the chair leisurely, his gaze sweeping at the man on the floor coldly.

The man felt quite stressed.

However, he was still looking at Anderson confidently.

The ringing tone of the cell phone in Arthur’s hands broke the silence.

“Hello, have you found out anything?”

him. There was no financial transaction record online. He has two-hundred thousand cash under his bed.

residence, all with autographs. There are a lot of her photos on his computer as well.” When Arthur swiped to answer the call, he set his cell phone

voice on the other end of the phone was heard clearly

emotional. “It has nothing to do with Miss Johnson. It’s Miss Scott

that he likes Miss Johnson a lot. He has also sent private messages to Miss Johnson’s micro-blog ID.” Arthur’s fingers that were holding the phone became stiffened. He asked as a robot, “What kind of

line sounded hesitant. “All love confessions. He said a

the man on the floor, she said, “No matter how much you like Catherine, you can’t do it! And you’ve put the blame on me. How shameless

Anderson looked at the man

helplessly, “Just do whatever you want

hide the two-hundred-thousand cash under

be paid

not enough time to hide the

were afraid that their financial transactions

that things would turn out to be

disbelief, “Is

he didn’t know what to speak.

“Why? Do you want to

Hudson didn’t care who his boss

his head. “I dare

finishing his words, he rushed out

was going to

door, she saw Hudson. “Why

had a hunch and wondered what

shot the photos of

the photos has something

at him in

the blame

with me.

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