Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

Just as Catherine was packing her things to head to the restaurant with her colleagues, a few police officers barged in. “Who’s Catherine Jones?”

Her colleagues looked at each other with alarmed faces. Catherine had a sinking feeling, then she stood up and said, “It’s me…”

As soon as she responded, both her hands were cuffed.

The police said indifferently, “A fire broke out in Lublin Hotel this morning, which has resulted in a loss of over ten million dollars. We’ve received a call from the party involved in the incident, and Summit claims that you were in charge of the hotel back then. You have to go to the police station to be investigated.”

Catherine felt as if her head had exploded. “It has nothing to do with me at all. It’s been over two months since I left the hotel. They’re probably trying to make me their scapegoat!”

“I’m sorry, but Summit has provided me with evidence regarding your receipt of rebate and use of uncertified cables. Stop denying it.”

The police immediately seized her and walked out.

many reporters were already waiting

is she? She actually offered clients substandard cables that would

I just paid Talton Design for the renovation cost. I’m going to cancel it and ask for a

here. Who knows, my house might even end up

“…”

a moment, all the clients who had initially made payments to Talton Design came to ask for a refund. Some clients were worried

earlier was totally

…

In the police station.

interrogation room. However, she continued to speak in an agitated manner, “I’ve said that this has nothing to do with me. I was just a designer for

President Meyer, whom you laundered the money with, said that you’ve been in contact with him. You earned more than six million dollars from the laundering, then you paid 500,000 dollars to your superior so that he wouldn’t expose the matter. Two months ago, James finally revealed this to President Jones as he could no longer stand your behavior. With

female police officer added, “You come from a wealthy family as well, but why do you act as if you’re