Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Chapter 190

I played the video on my phone over and over again. It was Leah! Once again, Leah was behind this!

"That's not all. I found another interesting thing. "The private detective was willing to reveal more of his findings, probably because he was in a good mood after receiving the money

I looked up and waited for him to continue. I then heard a chime, and I received another video on my phone.

He took a sip of his coffee. He explained, "When you escorted a man to the entrance of your apartment building, a Maybach soon stopped there. That car belonged to the Graysons. "Soon, a cab also s stopped at the gate. About half an hour later, an ambulance rushed in. I looked into things.

"The man you escorted was the scion of the Tyler family. The man the ambulance took away was the scion of the Grayson family, and you were with him the entire time. Meanwhile, the murderer, Leah Geant, is from an unlmown family in Yandville.

"Back then, she took a cab and followed the Grayson family's Maybach. That means Leah had already followed Mr. Grayson into the apartment building when you were home. She only attacked after you two had left"

His words stunned me, I had never thought that Leah only knew where my home was because she was following Ethan!

really intrigued. "Do you guys have some family feud? Are you some first love who stole

this wasn't true. However, to my despair, after watching the

and they looked at me.

anything, I took out a few hundred-dollar bills and put them on

for the broken cup." After saying this, I left

crossing my mind. I could even imagine how desperate Grandma had looked when she was killed. I could even see Leah's twisted and terrifying expression Leah Ethan, and the Graysons were the missing pieces of the puzzle. Everything suddenly

close this case. This explained why the culprit was caught just two days after the murder, even though the

in a mess. The next thing I knew, I looked up and noticed that

cheap. You can pass

o even show it off to your followers on your

staring at the picture of the car on the flyer for a long time, I gestured for him to

detective. Then, I quickly drove to an old residential area on the outskirts of

no security personnel or vehicle identification systems. I made a smooth journey, and I parked my car downstairs at Leah's home to wait. When it was

waited for her to arrive downstairs. The next second, I saw a woman in a red dress before me, followed closely by