The Woman From Hell

The receptionist was afraid of these people and dared not answer their questions, lest they hit her for saying the wrong answer.

I looked at these people with a face full of helplessness.

If Amelia's remains had not been taken away, then these people might even put her body here and demand money while crying their hearts out.

The security guards stood at the elevator entrance, stopping them from barging their way upstairs and making it impossible for anyone to work.

I walked out from behind the security guards and asked the receptionist, "Are there any reporters?" Usually, reporters would swarm in to report about incidents like this. Why had I not seen a single reporter yet?

The receptionist was stunned and felt that something was amiss too, but she quickly understood why. "I think they're not particularly interested in such matters. They should be here at noon or at night as they're peak hours. They're the only times Mr. Grant will pass by the lobby."

I understood. They only needed to take a photo of this incident and could write whatever they wanted when they got back. Theo was their target, and only by landing an interview with him would they be able to write more sensational news.

After taking a glance at Amelia's parents, I pulled out all the cash I had in my bag and handed it to the receptionist, saying, "Go and buy some fruits and food. Try and get a bunch and distribute them. Also, buy some toys for the child. If you can talk to them, then that would be even better. If you have a chance, try and worm it out of them and see why they're in a hurry to make a scene. Check if there someone ordered them to do so. Most importantly, get a few reliable reporters to take photos of this."

"I'll

standing guard at the elevator entrance, other security guards who distributed the food had very naturally sat with the crowd and started

reporters started turning

reporters who arrived this time were much

The receptionist trotted up to

Amelia's

some random men and women. It was said that they were paid 100 dollars each to come over and cry. Many even brought their

I thought these were Amelia's relatives at first, but now, it

the reason for

figure out why, so I instructed her, "Find a way to get a voice recording

a suicide. It's up to them if they want to say anything else, just as

she was told. I sat down in

me a tape recorder. "Mrs. Grant, all that's left now is just Amelia and her family. You're a genius for solving this matter

slightly and looked at the child standing in