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.

she had not given up yet. She planned to download the video posted yesterday and get a professional to check if

when Natalie searched for the video, she discovered that it was gone. An error appeared on the website, which meant that it had been

too late!” lamented Natalie as she

she soon found

that the corpse was Jasmine’s. As long as Jasmine did not fake her death, Natalie would not need to worry

know so eagerly if the corpse was Jasmine’s because she was scared that

about that, she smiled and continued to eat her slice

some make-up, grabbed her bag and left the house.

when she arrived at the studio

mumbled a quick response before walking toward

like last night must’ve been really passionate, huh? Mr. Shane is

talk about serious matters instead. Why are you following me?” Blushing, Natalie

somber-looking invitation card to her. “Here, I received it this morning. Your