Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

“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.

Furthermore, the video was filmed on a passer-by’s phone. Although it was possible to edit a video on a phone, it was 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.

video posted yesterday and get a professional

that it was gone. An error appeared on the website, which meant that it had been deleted by

was a step too late!” lamented Natalie as she massaged

she soon

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

if the corpse was Jasmine’s because she was scared that Jasmine would appear and harm either her or her loved ones. Now, she

smiled and continued to eat her slice of

grabbed her bag and left the house.

she arrived at the studio

response before walking toward

passionate, huh? Mr. Shane is so impressive. This is the second time that he made you wake

now. Let’s talk about serious matters instead. Why are you following me?” Blushing, Natalie interrupted

a black and somber-looking invitation card to her. “Here, I received