Chapter 413: Miss Lawrence Is Different

Mrs. Terry couldn’t bear her husband’s frequent domestic violence, especially when he was drunk.

She had long wished for his death.

Now that Jase was dead, it was actually a relief for Mrs. Terry. Whether there were clues didn’t matter that much to her.

Juliana, however, told her that Cheyenne was wealthy and if she could prove her as the murderer, she would receive a substantial compensation.

Her husband had taken away all the money in the house, most of which ended up in the pockets of his mistress and their illegitimate child.

Meanwhile, she and her daughter were living in a small apartment. Her only hope now was to get that money and leave this heartbreaking place with her daughter, never to return. Cheyenne could easily see that Mrs. Terry could be easily swayed and manipulated.

Perhaps she could find some clues from her.

So, Cheyenne looked at Mrs. Terry intently, gently took her hand, and comforted her, “Madam, I know Mr. Terry’s death has caused you a great deal of pain.”

“Now I am accused of being the murderer, but I’m innocent. Please give me a chance to clear my name, and I promise I can find the real killer.”

“Furthermore, if you have any difficulties, please speak up. I won’t let you down.”

When Cheyenne got closer, she noticed the faint marks of bruises on Mrs. Terry’s fair neck, hidden beneath her collar.

Even the area near her temple was slightly swollen.

Compassion welled up within her.

She discreetly slipped a one million dollar check into Mrs. Terry’s hand.

Mrs. Terry hesitated as she held the check, and it was at that moment that Eddie joined in the persuasion.

He suddenly approached, bowed deeply and sincerely to Mrs. Terry, his voice gentle like the breeze, gently blowing into one’s heart.

I were competitors, he was my senior

the truth about his death, as I

she insisted on having Eddie do it because she didn’t

she looked too young, not at all

to put all the blame on Cheyenne. But Mrs. Terry had

spread her hands helplessly, indicating that she was just too lazy to

that flimsy piece of paper with

let me not

this matter, he walked to her side with a smile, as

“Can you handle it?”

nodded, “Yes, it’s just that your foot injury hasn’t healed yet,

body was transferred from the morgue

glaring white spotlight on the surgical

the knife in his hand, giving instructions from the

knife, Jase’s abdomen was effortlessly

long time, so there was

instructions and found the small piece she had

white

packed, like a

wasn’t a

“What is this?”

Cheyenne replied

screen on the wall, her face

and

herself quickly turned her

things in her uncle’s stomach.

calm, looking at Cheyenne

under her guidance, Eddie carried out the surgery methodically, showing the deep understanding between Cheyenne and

something that

of them often work

a sour feeling rose in his

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