Chapter 368 I''m Gonna Ask Her


    Putting the suicide note away carefully, Ang ignored Mrs. Brown and wanted to go back to the vi.


    Ang was about to close the door when Mrs. Brown rushed to grab her wrist.


    "Where is the urn of Elva? I''m gonna ask her!" said Mrs. Brown with red eyes and a ferocious look on


    her face, "Since my husband didn''t love Alisa any more, why couldn''t he be with me?"


    "How could Elva me me for the suicide of Alisa? Even though there was a dispute between Alisa


    and me. What the hell was it to Elva?" sobbed Mrs. Brown, "I''ve never done anything that hurts Elva in


    my whole life. How could she me and resent me and not even want to see before she died?"


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    Ang''s wrist ached due to the great strength of Mrs. Brown.


    "Sorry, Mrs. Brown. But I can''t tell you," said Ang.


    "All right! If you don''t tell me where her urn is, you take me to see her right now!" said Mrs. Brown as


    she pulled Ang out hard.


    Struggling to break away the hand of Mrs. Brown, Ang was pulled to stumble and almost fall.


    Ang held the door and covered her belly with her right hand with a lingering fear.


    Shaking the hand of Mrs. Brown off hard, Ang said with a frown, "Since my mom is already dead,


    she can''t answer any of your questions. If you really regards her as a friend, please respect herst


    wishes and leave her a peace in death."


    The anger on the face of Mrs. Brown gradually disappeared as she heard what Ang said, and there


    was only a miserable look on her face.


    Sitting down on the ground slowly, Mrs. Brown murmured and wiped her tears constantly.


    "Since she didn''t want to see you even before she died, why do you still want to see her?" said Salim


    as he came to pull Mrs. Brown, "You''ve told me that we don''t need to care about others and only need


    to mind our own business, haven''t you?"


    Ignoring Salim, Ang just looked down on Mrs. Brown who was sitting on the ground and said,


    "Please don''t sit on the ground as it''s cold."


    With these words, Ang went back to the vi and closed the door.


    Standing with her back against the door quietly for a while, Ang went to the sofa and drank a ss


    of water.


    ''It''s difficult to tell who was right and who was wrong,'' thought Ang.


    Suddenly, her phone rang.


    Ang picked up the phone and found that the call was from Raya. Then she answered, "Miss Raya."


    "I''ve told you many times. Please just call me Raya,"ined Raya and then said excitedly, "You


    introduced our firm to the migrant worker, didn''t you?"


    "Yes, he has donated the heart of his son to my father," said Ang.


    "They are such kind people! Why did they suffer such a bad thing?" sighed Raya, "But don''t worry. I''ve


    settled it."


    "So soon?" said Ang with a surprise as Raya had told her yesterday that she had to know the case,


    prepare the materials and go to the court.


    "Yes, but not following the normal procedure. Since the boss of the constructionpany knew from


    someone that I was in charge of the case, he directly asked for negotiation and was willing to


    that contractor again."


    "I was going to insist on suing them, but my master didn''t suggest me to do so. So I agreed to negotiate


    after asking the opinion of the worker," said Raya in a depressed voice.


    With these words, Rayained about Mrs. Brown and Salim for quite a while and hung up.


    After hanging up, Ang sat in the living room in a daze for quite a while.


    As there was no one in the vi except Ang, it was quite quiet.


    About half an hourter, Ang called Martin and made an appointment with him to meet in a milk tea


    shop.


    When Ang arrived at the milk tea shop, Martin was already there.


    He was in a baseball cap, leather jacket, jeans and boots, not like a detective at all.


    "Hi, Miss Ang," said Martin as he stood up and reached out his hand to her with a smile.


    After shaking hands with Martin, Ang said, "I''ve expected that you won''t recognize me as I''ve


    covered myself up."


    "I''m a detective. I can recognize you even if you cover your face," said Martin as he called the waiter


    and asked Ang, "What do you want to drink?"


    "Pure milk tea," said Ang.


    "A cup of pure milk tea and a cup of pudding milk tea with more sugar, please," said Martin.


    The waiter responded and left.


    Resting his chin in his hands, Martin said, "Let me guess. Youe to me this time to ask me


    something about Mr. James without wanting him to know it, don''t you?"


    "Why will you say so?" asked Ang.


    While feeling hot, Ang only took off the mask in case of being recognized.


    "As Mrs. Chante just died and Mr. Lorenzo is hospitalized, you should be sad and even a little guilty


    now. But you look preupied," said Martin.


    "Why can''t I be preupied? You know that the Chante Group is in trouble and some shareholders


    want to sell their shares," said Ang.


    "Maybe Mr. James is not good at dealing with a rtionship, but he''s definitely good at doing business.


    As he cares about you so much, it''s unlikely that he''ll let you worry about these things," said Martin with


    a smile.


    "He..cares about me?" asked Ang.


    "Of course. He has hired me to investigate the car ident two years ago. But there has been no


    breakthrough yet and I even believe that you really wanted to kill Miss Jessica at that time. But Mr.


    James trusts you all the time and has told me that you must have been framed," said Martin.


    The waiter came over to put the milk teas they ordered on the table.


    Stunned for a moment, Ang was in a mixed mood. She picked up the milk tea subconsciously and


    took a sip of it. The milk tea was so hot that she burned tongue.


    "Do you need some ice?" asked Martin.


    Putting down the milk tea, Ang shook her head.


    Looking at her face, Martin walked to the front desk and got some ice from the waiter.


    "Put it in your mouth and you''ll feel better," said Martin as he handed Ang the cup with ice in it.


    "Thank you," said Ang and took a piece of ice in her mouth.


    "What do you want to know about Mr. James and keep it secret from him?" asked Martin with raised


    eyebrows, "Do you suspect that he has an affair with another woman?"


    Leaning slightly forward, Martin looked around and whispered, "Actually, I''ve seen Mr. James many


    times in the process of investigating Miss Jessica. Miss Jessica has seduced Mr. James quite a few


    times, but never seeded."


    With a slight constriction of her pupils, Ang fluttered her eyshes.


    She stood up and picked up her bag in a hurry and said, "Sorry, Mr. Martin, I don''t want to ask you


    about anything now."