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.

her, she

case is fully resolved, you're not allowed

the small couch and asked, "Was it William who bailed me

Emelie smirked. She then walked out of the interrogation room and

in the courtyard. A thin layer of snow

saw her come out, he opened the car door and

a distance of about ten feet from him. A streetlight beside him cast his shadow on

making it hard to tell if he had gained or lost weight, but

Patricia was

her pockets and leisurely walked down the steps. She stepped on his shadow as she approached him. "Weren't you hospitalized in

dressed and calm, he figured that she hadn't suffered much. Still, he asked, "Are you alright? Did they give

potatoes and had Ashton buy some.

"I'm not hungry."

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

was so indifferent that it was as if 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 kind of attitude

then did Emelie stop 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. You should

in a red plaid sweater dress, and her temper

had just gotten off the plane in the middle of the night and had personally come to bail you out,

complied and said, "Oh, well,

her casual, carefree attitude only made

"Can I