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The reporter glanced down at what he had stepped on but made no effort to move.

“Miss Olsen, the picture under my foot features you and your mother, correct? You have family, so you understand the pain of losing a loved one. Did you truly kill the victim by mistake? Your uncle just asked you for some money. Couldn’t you simply have refused instead of resorting to murder?”

Josh, who had arrived first on the scene, was puzzled when he heard this. He frowned and said, “Let Miss Olsen pick up her family photo first! As a journalist, you shouldn’t be threatening someone like this…”

“Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures the reporter retorted harshly, glaring at Josh. “A reporter shouldn’t act saintly like you! She’s obviously a murderer. For people like her, special measures should be taken. And besides, how am I threatening? I’m just standing here asking Miss Olsen some questions…”

He looked back at Keira. “Miss Olsen, unless you

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answer my questions, I won’t move…”

Before he could finish, someone had already grabbed

his arm.

A sudden force made him stumble back uncontrollably!

Keira forcefully moved the reporter away and then bent down to pick up the photo. Upon seeing the black footprint on it, she gave off a ferocious aura.

The reporter, having been pushed back, started shouting, “What was that? The killer is resorting to

violence now!”

When he looked at Keira again, he was frightened by

her demeanor.

She may be slender and dressed in a comfortable, white outfit that gave an image of delicacy, but the fierceness in her eyes right now made her look like ghastly figure that crawled out from a bloody hell.

The reporter swallowed hard. “Look, that’s the eyes of a killer! Terrifying as ever! It must have been her who planned and executed the murder!”

“Really?”

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A cool voice slowly responded. Keira wiped the photo and picked up a shard of glass that hadn’t yet fallen from the frame. “Deliberately killing someone…it seems capital punishment awaits regardless of whether it’s one or multiple murders, right?”

With that said, all the reporters fell silent, stunned. They all stared at the sharp glass shard in her hand.

present and eventually cast her

two-hundred-pound man was trembling with fear. “Wh-Wh-What are you

the scattered luggage littering the floor.

out, “So-Soy…I’ll clean

to tidy up the scattered items. He grab Keira’s luggage from inside, packed everything up her, and gingerly pushed it in front of her as if

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dropped her

indeed rented her the place at a low price. Later, when the Olsen

not to make a fuss with

the suitcase and

went toward the staircase, where she met with Poppy, who had just been released

if

in the heart! You killed yo uncle, so just go ahead and kill your mother too! Ungrateful creature! How did I ever give birth to

a creature?!”

heedless of the glass

her for noma manau right? Ian’t

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money? She was raised by me, so she

birth to you and raised you. You owe me for

sobbed and continued to hit Keira.

“Didn’t I make myself clear before? I got married, cleared the way

you’re my daughter forever! Everyone, look at this heartless daughter. Now that she’s successful, she despises me for being a mistress and wants

with me!

know not to despise a poor home, and no children should despise their mother! Aren’t you aware

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with me, go ahead, but first, give me your life! Compensate for

saying this, she grabbed the glass shard in Keira’s hand and pulled it out with all her might,

her back, striking her

the wall behind, but she managed to wrestle away the glass shard. The glass

her uncle, and now she’s trying to kill me, her own mother! Someone

was disarmed, found their courage again.

Keira once more.

your own uncle and now you’ve injure your own mother.

is why

treat your

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that

that you saw the steel bar behind him

someone onto a steel bar, skewering them to death, much be very considerable. Why do you hate your uncle so

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