Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 711 As if He Didn't Even Exist

When Emelie heard this, her thoughts, which had been deeply engrossed in the case, paused momentarily.

Had William returned to Capebatt City?

Just three days ago, he was coughing up blood, looking like he could be rushed to the emergency room at any moment.

Could he have recovered so quickly? Was he able to fly back from Borealis City to Capebatt City already?

The officer quickly got up and left, leaving Emelie alone in the interrogation room.

She closed her eyes and continued to ponder over the situation.

She was sure that Frank hadn't died from the blow that she had delivered.

After all, the skull was the hardest part of the human body. Even though the back of the head was relatively more vulnerable, she wasn't a professional killer. There was no way that she could have hit him with such precision and force.

Even if Frank had really died at her hands, wouldn't that be considered self-defense, given the circumstances?

Self-defense was not a crime.

Not long after, maybe just 15 minutes later, the officer returned. "Ms. Hoven, you're free to leave the station."

Emelie finally opened her eyes. She was surprised.

had thought that with such solid evidence against her, she would have

the case is fully resolved, you're not allowed

small couch and asked, "Was

smirked. She then walked out of the

courtyard. A thin layer of snow

saw her come out, he opened the car door and got

the steps while keeping a distance of about ten feet from him. A

if he had gained or lost weight, but his posture was still as upright as ever. His complexion seemed slightly better than it had been in

was with

in her pockets and leisurely walked down the steps. She stepped on

dressed and calm, he figured that she hadn't suffered

sweet potatoes and had Ashton buy

"I'm not hungry."

by him as she said, "I'll have my secretary

William didn't even exist. Patricia, who had always had a good relationship with William as his cousin, was furious at this. "Ms. Hoven, what

and turn to look at her. "Ms. Wade, what kind of attitude do you think I should have? And by the way, you got my name wrong.

who was still fond of wearing red, was in a red plaid sweater dress, and her temper flared like a

the night and had

"Oh, well, thank you

attitude only made Patricia

"Can I