My Dreamy Old Husband

Many companies in the building were closed then, but the surveillance system was still operating normally. The three suspects swaggered their way in and blatantly committed the crime; they even made a copy of the surveillance footage for some unknown reason before leaving.

However, Derek—or his remains—was missing. The surveillance footage showed that he had been pushed off the building, but his remains were never found. No remains were found even after the search area was widened to a few kilometers within the radius.

This incident wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

Michael kept watching the surveillance videos. As expected, he couldn’t spot Quinton, who was very mindful of surveillance cameras. The first thing he did upon entering a room was always to look for surveillance blind spots.

Sophia looked back to see Sandra, who looked incredibly anxious as she came in and grabbed the arm of one of the police officers. She said, “I’m Sandra Mitchell, and Derek is my younger brother. I received a call from him last night, and he said someone wanted to kill him. Where is my brother? Has anyone seen my brother?”

The police officer replied regretfully, “Your brother, Derek, has gone missing after falling off the building last night. We’re still searching for him right now.”

Sandra seemed devastated by the police officer’s words. She slumped back against the wall and was in a daze for a moment before suddenly bursting into floods of tears. She wailed so pitifully that even the police officer couldn’t stand seeing her like this and gave her a few words of comfort. As the victim’s sister, she reluctantly started to have her testimony recorded.

“My brother and I were very close. He was more of a low-key person, so he never made his identity public. He started working from the bottom and was a very down-to-earth and hardworking kid. He was always busy, but we still kept in touch, and we often traveled together. I have no idea what on earth has happened. He usually treated people very nicely, and he never incurred anyone’s hatred. Why would someone want to kill him…”

Sophia breathed out through her nostrils as she watched from the sidelines. What she says is so full of high-sounding words, she thought to herself.

Wanting to see what Sandra wanted to do, she continued listening patiently.

have been the one who killed my brother!” She seemed to have figured everything out at once, for she spoke sternly. “My brother told me that this woman had designs on him, for she wanted to make him her kept man. After he refused her, she even threatened him, saying that she would give him a hard time if he didn’t submit to her. It must be

possessed, “Sophia, you must have been the one who killed my brother! You’re so

Mitchell, your brother’s remains haven’t been found

My brother was also a Mitchell, so why would you harm him like this?” She

wiped her tears

out another

as the office workers hurried in and out of

a homicide, but the victim was

Michael and Sophia walked downstairs with their face masks put on to maintain a low profile and

savory aroma of steamed buns through the face

her little nose wiggled, Michael immediately bought a few steamed meat

Michael sank his teeth into it and bit

ate a mouthful of the bun with relish before saying, “I’ve tested it for poison. It’s very

small fists. The two then got into the car affectionately. Sophia had

looked lonely; it was as if he was transparent. My

the fashion world to her side, and Ivan, whom she had trained herself, could now take care

Week to influence the global fashion world like the four major fashion week events when it debuted on Monday. At the very least, though, she didn’t want the event to turn out to

and funds. The fashion week event cost a huge amount of money and would be held on an unprecedented scale. As the founder of this fashion week event, she often felt as