Chapter 318


    Chapter 318 Stanley Burton


    I was somewhat surprised, recalling the earlier discussions of the police, they were talking about him,


    he was going to investigate Hilda’s


    case.


    After a moment of silence, I said, “Ms. Merchant’s death…”


    He raised an eyebrow, saying, “Murder, if possible, let’s find a chance to talk about it privately.”


    I became increasingly confused, not understanding, “Shall we talk?”


    He nodded, “My mother’s original job was not in River City, she had no enemies in River City. The first


    case she investigated in River City was yours, and she ran into trouble afterwards. I heard Uncle Yang


    say that my mother had a history of interrogating you harshly.”


    It took me a moment to react, then I frowned at him and said, “Are you suggesting that your mother’s


    death was due to her hasty interrogation of me, and my subsequent retaliation?”


    He quickly shook his head, “That’s not what I meant, I’m sorry, I didn’t express myself clearly. I’m not


    doubting you, I just want to


    away.”


    Although he was exining that he wasn’t doubting me, his words were full of undeniable suspicion. I


    found it amusing and looked at him, saying, “So, Officer Lu, what do you want to talk about with me?”


    He pursed his lips slightly and took a few steps towards me.


    I instinctively stepped back, naturally giving rise to a sense of defense.


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    He furrowed his brows, but spoke in a rtively gentle tone, “Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you. I just


    want your contact information, is that okay?”


    The way this person behaved, truly left one at a loss for words.


    I nodded and reached out to him.


    He looked at me somewhat bewildered.


    I sighed helplessly, “You wanted the contact information, right? Give me your phone.”


    He hesitated for a moment, then took out his phone and handed it to me. I was about to ask for the


    unlock code, but he spoke first, “There’s no password.”


    Hearing this, I unlocked my phone, typed in my own phone number, made a note, and handed it back


    to him.


    He said, “If you want to contact me for information, call this number. However, I was also surprised by


    your mother’s death. She did interrogate me harshly, but I never took it to heart, let alone seek


    revenge. Besides, I couldn’t possibly seek revenge. After all, I am aw-abiding good citizen.”


    He took the phone, looked at me, and said, “I didn’t doubt you.”


    This statement was indeed decisive. I pursed my lips, thinking to myself, if they didn’t suspect me, why


    would they want to talk to me? The logic just didn’t add up.


    Don’t argue with him, I was nning to find a ce to sit.


    When I didn’t want to look back, Walter and Captain Lucas had alreadye out of the office, and the


    two of them walked over.


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    Seeing me with Stanley, Captain Lucas introduced us with a smile. Walter, who was always cold and


    indifferent, nodded at Stanley and then looked at me, saying, “Let’s go.


    After saying goodbye to Captain Lucas and Stanley, I followed Walter out of the police station.


    In the car, Walter started the vehicle, his voice as usual, “Shall I take you to the Conner Group?”


    I nodded, without any pretense. It was hard to hail a cab here. I had hitched a ride with him when I


    came, so there was no need for me to put on airs and refuse his offer to drive me now.


    The car pulled onto the main road, and as I nced at the passing tree shadows outside the window, I


    couldn’t help but ponder over Hilda’s death.


    Unable to resist letting my imagination run wild, could it be that this matter is the same as Jacob’s


    death, that someone wants to mess with Walter, so they are preparing to sling mud at Walter?


    “Tabatha.” Walter’s deep voice came to my ears as I was lost in thought.


    “What’s wrong?” She turned to look at him, seeing him holding the steering wheel, looking ahead at the


    road with a calm expression. The man was handsome, his handsome face had no ws, his side profile


    was even more extraordinary, with clear and handsome contours. It was a sight that was particrly


    pleasing to the eye. Beautiful things, whether people or objects, could always change one’s mood.


    At the red light intersection, he stopped, nced sideways at me, somewhat caught off guard by my


    infatuated expression. I instinctively avoided his gaze, flusteredly looking towards the flickering red light


    that was passing by,


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    Seemingly noticing my panic, the corners of his mouth lifted as he asked, “What are you nervous


    about?”


    “No!” I blurted out, feeling somewhat guilty.


    He curled his lips, “If you like to look, then look generously. I didn’t say you couldn’t.”


    I… This person really had no shame.


    Taking a deep breath, I red at him and said irritably, “Who likes to


    look at you? I was daydreaming, narcissist!”


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