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.

download the video posted yesterday and get a professional

the video, she discovered that it was gone. An error appeared on the

late!” lamented Natalie as she

soon

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 stir up

was scared that Jasmine would appear and harm

about that, she smiled and continued to eat her

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

first thing she noticed when she arrived at the studio was Joyce’s teasing

quick response before walking

night must’ve been really passionate, huh? Mr. Shane is so impressive. This is the second time that

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

stopped teasing her and passed a black and somber-looking invitation card to her. “Here, I received it this morning. Your bas*ard father sent someone to hand it