Chapter 317 The Real Murderer

A black recording pen was tightly tied to her thigh, which was conspicuous on her fair skin.

The recording phone was just a feint.

Zayla raised the corners of her lips coldly and grabbed the recording pen tightly in her hand.

There was still about half an hour before the memorial service at nine o’clock. People from the upper class who came to express their condolences had already entered the venue one after another.

The hall was playing melodious and soothing music…

Zayla and Ophelia were in charge of arranging seats for the guests.

The most powerful families in Houston were the Russo family and the Vargas family. Their power was on par, and they had always competed with each other.

But when Lucy died, the Vargas family still came to mourn as they wanted to maintain the superficial peace.

As the person in charge of the Vargas Group, Stephen was present.

Leroy followed behind him.

When Stephen looked at Zayla, there was an unconcealable tenderness in his eyes.

Zayla pursed her lower lip and evaded his gaze. When she turned to get the tea, the cuffs of her coat drooped, and the recording pen fell into the white bag.

to Leroy.

for it, but

quickly took the

your loss.” His

Zayla as if

too sad.”

stunned for

the mourners arrived.

Their eyes

the gates were closed, and the

tears, Palmer stumbled to the platform covered with yellow and white petals with the support

eulogy in a sobbing tone and almost collapsed

a hoarse voice, “Lucy, the love of

in the

a conversation was played in the

Lucy?”

suffered multiple organ failure and died suddenly. You put chronic poison in her diet! Am I right? Palmer,

what? Lucy brought it all on herself.

be Mrs. Russo for many years and gave her a son and a daughter. She should

I think it’s because Lucy holds the Russo Group’s shares

the biggest

Zayla’s voice was simply processed. The conversation between the two was

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