A while later, the person on the other end of the line replied, “Sorry, Mr. Marsh. The earrings and necklace are also fake.” His voice trembled. “It's not your fault,” Ivan consoled him. “Keep it secret. OK?"

“Got it, Mr. Marsh.”

Ivan ended the call and said calmly, “Let's keep this matter secret and wait till the release conference. We've been gathering Leslie Eastwood's criminal evidence in recent few days.”

Aston nodded at him and asked, “Do you need any help?”

Ivan stared at the ring and bracelet. “How much did you spend on them?”

“Not a penny,” Aston answered. “I wrote a one-million-dollar check, but she cannot cash it out. My man is watching her. What do you plan to do?”

“Call the police,” answered Ivan. “If she’s not pushed this time, the rest of her life will definitely be ruined. Catherine Collins should be the manipulator. She should have the necklace and the earrings.”

Aston was confused. “That girl has replaced four pieces but only gave Catherine Collins a half. How could she agree?” Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

They were all puzzled about it but had several guesses.

Ivan and Jennifer didn't stay long in Aston’s place. After all, they needed to deal with Linda's matter, so they left shortly after with the ring and bracelet.

didn’t mention thanking him financially. Even if they suggested it, Aston wouldn't accept it. Instead, he would

personal number of a policeman he

Marsh, we'll

the phone, Ivan ordered

“Yes, Mr. Marsh.”

The night was out.

was busy packing her suitcases in the high-end apartment. She had called a taxi driver to send her out of town the following morning. Then she would hail another taxi afterward. She wouldn't go

curt knocks on the

the door gingerly. No one knew she

wondered if it was Catherine at the

Catherine had known she had kept the ring and

not to open the door, but the

the door! We're the police!” the policeman yelled, “Linda Chambers, we know you are inside. If you refuse to

“The police?’

performed a somersault. Fear filled

down to three. This is your last

"One. Two.”

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