It Was You

At a sidewalk snack booth in East City District in the capital city.

This sidewalk snack booth was near the police station in East City District. It was popular among the people who worked nearby, so the business was good.

Although the evening peak had been missed during this period of time, the sidewalk parking lot of this sidewalk snack booth was full at that time. Cassandra rubbed between her eyebrows and had to find an inconspicuous corner to park the car first.

It depended on fate if it would be posted a ticket or not.

After she finished her work in the company, she wanted to pick up Martin, but as soon as she arrived at the garage, she received a call from Arthur, saying that he wanted to invite her over, so Cassandra had to come immediately.

As a result, it was just time for dinner, so Arthur asked her to go to the restaurant to find him.

When Cassandra walked out of the alley, she saw that Arthur and the others were sitting at the roadside for dinner. Most of the people at the other tables were drinking and playing finger-guessing game. Only their table was special. They all sat there with a look of deep hatred.

Up to now, there was no clue about Lance's case, but it was getting more and more involved. The upper leaders put pressure on them to solve the case within a time limit. If it were you, would you be worried?

Arthur smoked the eighth cigarette in a row. Seeing this, Bettina couldn't bear it anymore. She pinched the cigarette butt in Arthur's hand and pointed at her eyes which had three layers of eyelids with a sad face. "Don't you love me anymore? Did you have another girl outside? Look at my face! I'm going to be suffocated by your smoke! "

A storm of tears welled up in Bettina's heart. What's wrong with her? She even applied for the police, and she was so stupid that she chose to work with Arthur!

With messy hair, Arthur glanced at her and said, "Don't worry. No man wants you. You'd better be a lesbian."

Bettina ground her teeth secretly. If killing was not against the law, she must rape this bitch first and then kill him!

Wait...

to rape and then

my God! Am I such a pervert to fall in love

a soap opera would not dare to

was imagining the office romance plots, Cassandra came over. To be honest, didn't they think they were more like

sprang up from her chair and stretched out her hand, as

the world, there were few fans

She could do it!

with Bettina in embarrassment, and then quickly withdrew her hand. "Well. Mr. Arthur, what can

voice, "I do have something to ask you, but this place is not suitable. You can go back

spat out a mouthful of blood. 'Why didn't you just ask me go to the police station

he go out

Arthur hadn't had a good rest for several days. Cassandra lowered her head and said with a helpless expression,

from the chair, turned around and ordered a few words to

a while, the noise of the sidewalk snack booth seemed to be finally isolated, but

stared at Arthur vigilantly, "Arthur,

around and took her to a strange place. Did he want to kill her

He looked around and lowered his voice deliberately, "Someone is following you.

Did Arthur find that master Greyson had been following her all the

No way...

was, he couldn't be found so soon. Was there anyone else following

confused look on her face, Cassandra stared at Arthur