I'm Sorry My Love Novel

Chapter 562

Meanwhile, Zoe had just walked out of the bathroom, where she saw a group of people gathering outside the

operating room and having whispered discussions amongst themselves. The weariness she felt earlier was instantly

dethroned by excitement, and she eagerly forced her way through to get a first glimpse at the hot gossip.

To her surprise, she found Daniel when she made it to the first row and froze on the spot.

It was Leanna who spotted her first, and she breathed a sigh of relief before rushing to her. "Zoe, where were

you?"

"Huh?" she blurted as she blinked in confusion, taking her eyes off Daniel. "I went to the bathroom because I was

too nervous earlier, and the nurse wants me to go in later—"

Before she could finish her sentence, Daniel dashed toward her and held her by her shoulders. His lips parted as he

said in a hoarse voice, "Don't go in."

She instinctively raised her head to look at him and was a little shocked by the look in his eyes. So, she turned to

Leanna for help because she didn't know what to say as she muttered absent-mindedly, "But… I've already paid for

the procedure."

Just when Daniel wanted to say something, the voices from the crowd grew louder as their discussions intensified

with the appearance of the story's main female character. The only thing they were missing now was a bucket of

popcorn in their hands. Daniel was instantly snapped out of his reverie and noticed that this wasn't a good place for

a private discussion, so he grabbed Zoe's hand and dragged her away.

Frankly, the last thing that she would imagine happening to herself was becoming the main female character of a

melodramatic telea.

Meanwhile, Leanna watched as they left and chuckled silently at Zoe's surgical receipt before ripping it into pieces

and tossing it into the bin. By the time she was out of the hospital, Zoe and Daniel were already long gone, and she

checked the time. It's still not too late to make a trip back to Crossley Group.

But the building of Crossley Group was surrounded by people when she arrived, and there was even a police car

nearby. After she parked her car, she entered the building from the side door and saw a lot of staff gathered in the

lobby, whispering about something.

She stood behind them and inquired, "What's going on?"

One of them spun her head around and wanted to answer her question, but when she saw that it was Leanna, she

hesitated and stopped herself. "Hello, Miss McKinney."

When the other employees heard that Leanna was here, they silenced themselves almost instantaneously.

Leanna acknowledged the greeting with a gentle hum of her own and repeated her question, "What happened?"

"Well, do you recall the news about the murder of a woman earlier today? The police are here due to that case.

Apparently, the culprit is one of our colleagues," someone answered.

Leanna furrowed her brows in confusion, wondering, Is it Jimmy again?

Suddenly, someone called out, "Look! They're here."

The elevator doors slid open slowly, and Leanna saw two policemen coming out with a man sandwiched between

them.

It was Raymond.

He looked utterly wretched as a crestfallen look was painted across his face. Although the police didn't have any

concrete proof yet, it was still a big blow to his dignity when he was taken away as a person of interest in front of

his colleagues.

When he passed by Leanna, he paused for a second as though he wanted to say something, but nothing came from

his lips.

After the detectives escorted him into the police car, the crowd slowly dispersed. However, now that the authorities

were gone, the discussions became louder than before.

"I have never imagined that it would be Mr. Ford. He doesn't look like a murderer at all."

"My thoughts exactly. He's usually such a nice and friendly guy, and I've run into him quite a few times when I

worked overtime alone, asking me if I needed a lift from him. Just the thought of this now makes my skin crawl."

"But, why did he kill that girl? There has to be a motive, right?"

"I saw on the Internet that the girl was his girlfriend or something. So, maybe they got into a fight, and he did it out

of anger."

"Isn't Mr. Ford a divorcee with two kids? When did he get a girlfriend?"

"How am I supposed to know? I feel so sorry for the girl. She's only in her early twenties, and I heard that she was

previously an employee in Pearson Group."

"Goodness! Pearson Group? Then, Miss McKinney—"

Somebody noticed that Leanna was still around and frantically nudged the person to stop talking. Then, they

booked it as they hightailed out of the lobby.

Leanna stood rooted on the spot as her frown deepened. A Pearson Group employee? Raymond's girlfriend?

An inexplicable feeling abruptly surged within her, and with it came an all-consuming sense of unease. The

discomfort within her even made her feel suffocated as her mind whirled with terrible after terrible possibilities.

"Miss McKinney," Richard suddenly rang out, snapping her out of her terror. Still, she composed herself before she

spun around. "Have you heard about what happened to Raymond?"

Leanna nodded. "Let's go to the police station."

"Okay."

On the way there, Richard passed a document to her. "Miss McKinney, I found this on the desk when I went back to

the office in the afternoon."

She took the file from him, opened the kraft paper bag, and saw that it was all the information on the wicked deeds

Jimmy had done over the years. Besides corruption and bribery, there was even drug trafficking, and every piece of

information was detailed and precise.

As she reached the last pages of the document, the look on her face turned even more solemn with every turn of

the page. "Who gave this to you?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "It was already on the desk when I returned."

Leanna returned the document to the paper bag and finally understood why Aidan's reluctant behavior when she

insisted on continuing her investigations on Jimmy. He even went so far as to tell her that it was better to stop while

she still could. That was because he was the lowest of the low, so far down the morality scale he might as well just

dip it in ink.

He would do whatever illegal business as long as he could make a killing out of it.

Not only that, he even used several unknown accounts to transfer money through Crossley Group before he finally

moved the funds into his own account via proper channels. With that, the Crossley Group had turned into his

accomplice as his money launderer.

As the chairman of the company, Leroy was definitely in the know, Leanna thought as her lips curled into a cold

smirk. No wonder he was willing to leave behind the entire Crossley Group and flee abroad. He's far more devious

than I thought, utterly wicked to the core. What a scoundrel.

After that, she gave Aidan a call. Unfortunately, there was no answer. So, she called Jonathan, but he didn't pick up

her call, either.

Something's off, she thought and contemplated her options before dialing Oscar's number without any response.

She lowered the car window and had a gut feeling that something sinister was going on behind the scenes.

Soon, they reached the police station, where Raymond was in the interrogation room, cooperating with the

investigations.

After Richard asked around, he returned to her side and said, "Miss McKinney, according to the police, the identity

of the deceased is a little complicated, and they can't reveal anything before they are clear of what's happening."

"Complicated?"

"Yes."

Leanna decided not to pursue it further. "Let's go, then,"

However, after she had stepped foot outside of the police station, she suddenly recalled the news she saw today

and froze in her tracks.

The deceased was named Green but had a complicated identity. Furthermore, she was an employee of Pearson

Group and was in her early twenties.

She instantly pieced everything together, spun on her heels, darted into the police station, and stopped before the

police officer who was tidying away the documents on her desk.

"Was the dead girl's name Celia?" she asked somewhat impatiently.

"Were you a friend of hers?" the police officer asked, looking at her.

Leanna's lips parted to answer, but she couldn't find the words. All of a sudden, her throat felt dry, and the tightly

wrung nerves in her mind seemed to have unwound themselves.

"If you were her friend, I could bring you to see her, and I hope that you can provide us with useful leads for the

case," the police officer added, rising to her feet.

The moment Leanna heard that, she understood what it meant—Celia was dead.

She staggered backward and accidentally bumped into a desk. She immediately grasped the edges tightly to steady

herself as the blood drained from her face.