Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica, I Choose The Arranged Marriag by BlueMoone

Chapter 236

Aveline sensed that something was wrong and hurriedly explained, "After reviewing the

information, I found some issues. The data doesn't directly prove that your sister was killed by my

father. There's no physical evidence or eyewitness testimony, just speculation about my father's

motive."

With a loud "bang," Alexander swept the dishes and plates off the table.

Gone was the smile on his face, replaced by an endless chilliness. The Alexander from three months ago had reappeared.

Before Aveline could further explain, he stood up and looked down at her, exuding a dominant and

oppressive aura.

"Firstly, I had the DNA of the body compared, and it undoubtedly belongs to my sister. Secondly, I

also had the fetus in her womb compared with Anthony, confirming their biological relationship."

"Furthermore, I investigated Layla's contacts in the period before her death, and whether it was her

call records or other records, the person she was most in contact with was still Anthony."

"Lastly, the only person she saw before her death was also Anthony. Besides him, who else do you

think it could be? Do you want eyewitness testimony? Should I make a medical miracle happen, or

make the dead

realizing that no matter what, Layla

could never touch.

relationship with Alexander had improved, but now it seemed that her place

fearing that speaking out would only bring trouble upon herself. Alexander wouldn't show any pity, only thinking that

Anthony.

former sincerity and the shattered pieces of her marriage with

hung her head and didn't explain further. "In any case, I believe

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angered Alexander, igniting the spark of his resentment. He roared with

face, "Then

the door and left, leaving

would always be the barrier between her

of the hotel, gazing at the towering building above her. She knew that Alexander was probably standing on the balcony, smoking. Alone, exhaling smoke

bustling street, perhaps

he struggled

night, he couldn't see

city, behind him was the dark

of darkness and light, with

face.

but his fingertips

the

"Aveline, you promised to be with me, always with