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Shane's throaty voice rang out. “Have you heard about Jasmine's suicide?”
“Yes, I'm about to go to the scene now,” Natalie replied as she pressed on the elevator button.
Shane furrowed his brows. “Why would you need to go there?”
“Because I think the person who died isn't Jasmine.”
She hurried into the elevator while explaining her doubts.
After hearing her explanation, Shane sprung up from his chair. “I'll go there with you too.”
“Alright. I shall wait for you there. Give me a call when you arrive,” responded Natalie.
Shane mumbled a quick response and hung up. He opened his drawer and pulled his car keys out before striding
out of his office.
An hour later, Natalie arrived at the scene.
She was too late, for the corpse was no longer there. Only a few police officers were there to investigate the
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Instead of heading there, Natalie stood outside the police line and scanned the scene carefully. She glanced at the
spot where the corpse dropped before studying the window of Jasmine's room in deep thought.
One police officer spotted her and came to her. “Miss, we're in a middle of an investigation. If you have no business
here, you need to leave.”
Natalie flashed a polite smile. She parted her lips to ask something when a maniac suddenly dashed toward them.
It was Susan!
Susan looked like a madwoman for her hair and clothes were a disheveled mess. Her eyes were red, so it was
obvious she had cried before coming here.
Glaring at Natalie, she demanded, “What are you doing here?”
“Do you know each other?” the police officer asked.
Natalie nodded. “Yes. She's my father's second wife.”
“Oh, I see.” He nodded in realization.
She's the costume designer who is very popular recently.
Susan pointed at Natalie furiously. “Sir, she's the one who killed my daughter!”
Natalie knitted her brows. “I killed your daughter?”
“You can't accuse her without evidence, Mrs. Smith,” the police officer reprimanded her sternly.
Susan's fists balled up as she declared, “I am not accusing her. My daughter was bullied because of her! She
couldn't take it and chose to commit suicide. She's the one who killed my daughter! What are you doing? Hurry up
and arrest her!”
Susan scurried ahead and shoved the police officer.
The police officer nearly tumbled onto the ground, and his uniform got all wrinkled up.
He pushed his cap back into place and yelled, “That's enough! If you don't stop, I shall sue you for assaulting a
police officer!”
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thighs and wailed, “This is unfair! I can't believe this. The culprit is right here, but the police wouldn't arrest her. This
is totally unreasonable!”
Seeing her outburst, Natalie's lips twitched in disbelief.
The police officer couldn't bring himself to comment on her action. He turned to Natalie and questioned, “Miss, she
accused you of harming Jasmine Smith. Care to explain?”
Natalie knew she'd be questioned because of what Susun claimed. She smiled and replied politely, “Well, Jasmine
and I were rivals. You should know about that if you read the news online a while ago.”
“Yes, I do,” said the police officer with a nod.
Glancing at a wailing Susun, Natalie explained, “Because of our grudge, they will blame it on me every time
something happens to Jasmine. It's the same thing this time. She said her daughter was bullied and committed
suicide because of me. That's not true. Jasmine brought this upon herself.”
“Can you explain in detail?” The police officer whipped out a notebook and a pen from his pocket to write her
statement down.
Natalie gave him a firm nod. “Of course. It started one week ago.”
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