I'm Sorry, But I Love You novel Chapter 72

Johanna’s expression changed. She looked at Anderson in disbelief.

“I didn’t.” Her fair face was full of stubbornness. “Mr. Clark, please believe me. I didn’t.”

Meeting Anderson’s slightly cold gaze, Johanna was a bit frightened. She forced herself to calm down and kept lying, “I won’t admit anything that I’ve never done. I want to confront him.”

Arthur pointed at the man who had collapsed on the floor and said, “That’s the man who shot the photos.”

Johanna followed Arthur’s finger, looking confused. “I’ve never met this man before.”

The man dared not to look at Johanna. Avoiding her eye contact, he said, “It’s her. She asked me to shoot the photos.”

Johanna blushed in anger. “Look at my eyes. When did I ask you to do it?”

The young man dared not to look at her. “No matter what, it’s you who asked me to shoot.”

He looked as if he had a guilty conscience.

All the people in the basement sensed something fishy.

Johanna looked as if she was wronged beyond dispute. She looked at Anderson with her innocent eyes full of pleading. “Mr. Clark, I truly didn’t ask him to do so.”

Anderson cast a glance at Arthur. “Look into his residence and the latest contacts.”

“I’ve asked my men to do so.”

The basement was pretty quiet except for Johanna’s sobs.

Anderson was sitting on the chair leisurely, his gaze sweeping at the man on the floor coldly.

The man felt quite stressed.

However, he was still looking at Anderson confidently.

The ringing tone of the cell phone in Arthur’s hands broke the silence.

“Hello, have you found out anything?”

“It was a virtual number that contacted him. There was no financial transaction record online. He has two-hundred thousand cash under his bed. He also posted those photos through a gossip ID that in his name.

“There’s no obvious approval to show who has asked him to shoot the photos, but there’s something suspicious. There a lot of Miss Catherine Johnson’s comics in his residence, all with autographs. There are a lot of her photos on his computer as well.”

When Arthur swiped to answer the call, he set his cell phone to the hand-free mode.

The man’s voice on the other end of the phone was heard clearly in the quiet basement.

The man, who was collapsed on the floor quietly, suddenly became emotional. “It has nothing to do with Miss Johnson. It’s Miss Scott who has bribed me to do so!”

His reaction made others more suspicious.

“It seems that he likes Miss Johnson a lot. He has also sent private messages to Miss Johnson’s micro-blog ID.”

Arthur’s fingers that were holding the phone became stiffened. He asked as a robot, “What kind of private messages?”

The voice on the other end of the line sounded hesitant. “All love confessions. He said a line that he would ruin Miss Scott’s reputation.”

Johanna was so angry. Looking at the man on the floor, she said, “No matter how much you like Catherine, you can’t do it! And you’ve put the blame on me. How shameless you are!”

“What else can you say?” Anderson looked at the man coldly.

The man’s face turned pale. As if he knew that nothing he could do, he said helplessly, “Just do whatever you want to on me. This matter has nothing to do with October. It’s all schemed and done by me.”

Johanna muttered, “But who would hide the two-hundred-thousand cash under his bed?”

In this era when everything could be paid electronically, it rarely could happen.

He must have had not enough time to hide the cash.

Or, the parties involved in this deal were afraid that their financial transactions would be found.

Anderson looked annoyed. “Hudson, call Catherine Johnson over.”

Hudson didn’t expect that things would turn out to be this way, feeling quite shocked.

He said in disbelief, “Is there any misunderstanding?”