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“There was. However, since it was too far away, it could not be seen in the film,” explained Mr. Murphy, his eyes
glinting.
Naturally, Natalie could not sense his abnormal reaction through the phone call. Frowning, she continued asking,
“It's going to be really obvious if someone pulled her back. How is it possible that it's not captured? Furthermore, if
someone actually pulled Jasmine back, she would definitely pause for a while mid-air. However, her fall was very
smooth and showed no signs of stopping...”
“Someone edited the video,” interrupted Mr. Murphy.
“Edited the video?” Natalie bit her lips as a look of disbelief crossed her face.
She did not think that the video had been edited. It had been posted onto the Internet just a few minutes after
Jasmine jumped off the building. How could someone edit it within a few minutes?
Furthermore, the video was filmed on a passer-by's phone. Although it was possible to edit a video on a phone, it
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtwas extremely troublesome and complex. No one in their right mind would do that.
As she deliberated about it, Mr. Murphy spoke again, sounding extremely busy, “Okay, Ms. Smith. I've already told
you what I needed to tell you. I've still got some matters to attend to, so I'll hang up now.”
With that, he ended the phone call immediately.
Natalie initially planned to ask him a few more questions, but since the call had already ended, there was nothing
else she could do.
However, she had not given up yet. She planned to download the video posted yesterday and get a professional to
check if it had been edited.
However, when Natalie searched for the video, she discovered that it was gone. An error appeared on the website,
which meant that it had been deleted by the authorities.
“I was a step too late!” lamented Natalie as she massaged her temples.
However, she soon found relief.
It was no longer important whether the video had been edited. Instead, it was already sufficient to know that the
corpse was Jasmine's. As long as Jasmine did not fake her death, Natalie would not need to worry that she would
suddenly emerge and stir up some trouble.
She wanted to know so eagerly if the corpse was Jasmine's because she was scared that Jasmine would appear and
harm either her or her loved ones. Now, she finally felt relieved.
As Natalie thought about that, she smiled and continued to eat her slice of bread.
Afterward, she cleaned the table, applied some make-up, grabbed her bag and left the house. She drove to the
studio.
The first thing she noticed when she arrived at the studio was Joyce's teasing grin. “Oh, you're here?”
Natalie mumbled a quick response before walking toward her office.
Joyce followed behind her. “You arrived so late. Looks like last night must've been really passionate, huh? Mr. Shane
is so impressive. This is the second time that he made you wake up by noon. Tsk...”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Alright, shut up now. Let's talk about serious matters instead. Why are you following me?” Blushing, Natalie
interrupted her in embarrassment and amusement.
Joyce stopped teasing her and passed a black and somber-looking invitation card to her. “Here, I received it this
morning. Your bas*ard father sent someone to hand it over.”
“What's that?” Natalie took it in confusion.
Pouting, Joyce said, “It's an invitation to Jasmine's funeral. He wants you to attend it.”
When she heard that, a grim expression crossed her face. She grinned mockingly and said, “He knows that I have a
grudge against Jasmine. Still, he invited me to attend her funeral. Isn't he afraid that I'll stir up trouble there?”
“Who knows? No normal person can understand what your awful father is thinking about.” Joyce shrugged.
Natalie tossed the invitation onto the table. “Fine, since he invited me, I'll go and take a look.”
Joyce pulled a chair out and sat down. “Nat, since Harrison has already sent out an invitation, it looks like he's
certain that Jasmine's the one who jumped off the building.”
“Yeah, it's Jasmine. The police called me earlier.” Natalie narrated what Mr. Murphy had told her as she switched on
her laptop.
Joyce sighed in relief. “Since she's really dead, I shall forgo my hatred for her. I'm not so petty that I'll detest a dead
person.”
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