The Woman From Hell

I swallowed my anger and returned to the kitchen to cook another bowl of noodles. When I was done cooking, Tory was also done eating.

I ignored him and took the bowl to the table and sat down to start eating.

The man put down his cutleries and stared at me with great focus while propping up his chin.

I grew uncomfortable under his stare. I took a peep and was just about to say something when I caught him staring at my noodles. I quickly held up my bowl. " Don't push it, Tory. You've had a bowl."

Tory looked at me with a slightly cold and austere gaze. "It's not like I want to eat it." Why was he acting like he still wanted more, then?

Tory got up to leave. I looked at his back and cursed him inwardly.

After filling up my tummy, I cleaned the table and went upstairs.

It had been a day and a night, but Solomon had yet to call back. I wondered if he was making progress with the investigation.

by my phone for a while, but I finally could not hold

Solomon called. It seemed like he was giving me a call earlier and our calls happened to

the call, I asked anxiously, "How's the investigation going, Mr. Cook? Did you manage to

on the other end of the call, and a bad feeling rose in

we found that the man didn't take Mr. Grant away but instead parked not far away and asked Mr. Grant some questions before killing him on the spot. You should take a look at the photos of the body again to confirm it. He could

around me was

bed, my mind in

could not be

not believe

must be the other party's trap. He wants everyone to think that Theo's dead. He would no doubt have made a lot of preparations.

No matter how I tried to recall, I simply felt that that was not Theo. We had been married for more than a decade. I could never fail to recognize him. Solomon was seemingly helpless, saying, "I know you refuse to accept it, Miss, but I caught the man who kidnapped Mr. Grant that night. If you don't believe it, then come over and ask him yourself." "Sure, send me the location and I'll go over there right

since Mr. Zimmerson

phone, my head was still ringing. It was

to wait for