After returning to the ward, Cassandra leaned against her head of the bed and looked out of the
window with her dark eyes.
The night was long and the lights were colorful.
At that moment, she suddenly missed Martin for no reason. She picked up her phone and dialed
Martin's number.
The phone rang twice and Martin picked it up. The man's low and familiar voice came through the
phone, "Cassandra, what's wrong? Do you feel uncomfortable?"
The man stood in the dark night. He raised his eyes slightly and looked into the distance without being
focused.
The mountains were beautiful, but they were not as beautiful as that woman.
Cassandra held the phone tightly. At that moment, all the grievances and difficulties that seemed to be
suppressed in the bottom of her heart surged out. She didn't think it was a big deal at first. This was her
choice. She had to grit her teeth and go on.
However, when she heard Martin's soft voice, she suddenly felt that she couldn't live the life of revenge
that she once wanted.
Cassandra felt wronged and said, "no, I just... I miss you, Martin."
In her previous life, she had never said such words to him. In her mind, except hatred and escape, she
seemed to be blind. She had never seen the good side of Martin, nor had she seen what he had done
to her.
Now as long as she thought of it, she felt sorry for him.
On the other end of the phone, Martin stood in the corridor, his back taut in a straight line. Did he have
an auditory hallucination just now?
Martin's cold eyes softened and his tone softened, "I miss you too. I'll be back soon after everything is
settled here. Good girl."
Cassandra curled her lips and touched her head with one hand, "Okay, take care of yourself. And, don't
hook up with girls, do you hear me?"
Martin's forehead twitched. Who on earth was worried about whom the two of them were?
He smiled helplessly and said, "okay."
Cassandra exhorted worriedly and hung up the phone. Martin stood in the corridor for a while before he
turned around and walked in again.
Cassandra took out a picture of Martin from her phone. It was a long and beautiful view. There was
only a back of Martin, which seemed to be buried in deeply loneliness.
After watching it for a long time, Cassandra finally chose this photo and posted it on her we chat
moments, with the words: thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are not as good as you.
She didn't finish the last sentence. Tens of miles of mountains and rivers were not as good as you. All
ambitious were only for you.
As soon as she posted this post, a lot of night cats exploded.
Carlos: are you a fool? Ten miles? Our boss has thousands of miles of mountains and rivers!
Lenny: who is the man in the picture?
Marcus: to watch the large scale of the infidelity scene, I asked you to give the real name of the man in
the picture.
Cathy: Wow, Cassandra, you are really good at photographing~
Daniel: extraordinary literary talent.
Hackett: thumbs up.
There were a lot of comments, but Martin and Hogan both liked it, which was a little weird. Cassandra
was so scared that she almost threw her phone out. Why couldn't she control this bitch claw? Why did
she post on wechat moments?
However, if she deleted this post now, it would be a bit of a cover up. Forget it. She would rather die for
the sake of good luck.
With a helpless look on her face, Cassandra closed the wechat moments and slowly fell asleep with a
scream.
At a funeral home in the Q City.
In the lounge.
There was a strange dead silence in the air.
Lenny and Arthur sat aside. Compared with asking about the case, Arthur's eyes had been wandering
around Lenny and Martin.
In the face of the rival in love, it was no big deal to solve the case?
Lenny came here to deal with business this time. Even if it was Fiona, he had to figure it out before he
left. But he didn't expect that Martin was also here.
With a pale and haggard face, Fiona said in a hoarse voice, "Lenny, my father is your uncle anyway. He
has left now. Do you still want him to live in no peace after his death? Sex and invasion are all fake.
How could my father be that kind of person? This not only ruined my father's reputation, but also the
reputation of our whole Shen Clan. Do you understand?"
Lenny rolled his eyes and thought, 'don't you know what kind of person your father is?
If it was someone else's fault, it would be easy for him to get rid of it. Even if there was really something
wrong with him when he was alive, he would not be so unlucky at this time.
Moreover, no matter how jerk Lenny was, he was also a member of the Shen Clan. As the saying went,
family scandal should not be exposed to the public. If others came to investigate, Fiona could send
them away directly. For example, Wilson came in person and did not get something useful. But if Lenny
came in person, Fiona would be in an embarrassed situation.
If was not she know that Lenny and his father were not interested in the Shen Group, she would really
doubt whether Lenny was deliberately slandering them and seizing the opportunity to grab the power of
the Shen Group with the help of public interests or private affairs.
However, Lenny was different. He never played according to the routine. He squinted at Fiona and
said, "I'm also sad that uncle suddenly died, but this is an official matter. He is suspected of sexual
assault. We have to investigate every point to find out the murderer, so give him back his innocent. You
try every means to hide it, because you don't want us to find the murderer and avenge for uncle?"
Hearing this, Fiona was so angry that she trembled all over. Tears fell from her red eyes in an instant,
and she looked aggrieved. "Lenny, what do you mean? After my father left, I'm sadder than anyone
else. I want to find the murderer, but I can't let my father's reputation and the honor of our whole Shen
Clan be ruined for this!"
Lenny raised his eyebrows slightly: "Fiona, it is the murderer or the reputation of uncle that matters.
You know it in your mind. Besides, uncle died suddenly. Do you really think that the outside world
knows nothing about it? Paper can't wrap fire."
Fiona looked weak and helpless. If Lenny and Arthur weren't there, she would have thrown herself at
Martin.
However, after she hinted him for a long time, Martin just sat quietly aside and said nothing.
Fiona gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her face. She stared at Martin pitifully and said, "Martin,
help me persuade Lenny. Lenny usually listens to you the most. If you ask him, he will listen."
Hearing that, Arthur's face turned cold all of a sudden. He knocked on the small notebook in front of
him and said in a slightly cold voice, "Miss Fiona, don't talk nonsense. Director Lenny has always been
selfless. This matter is related to a series of murders. Even if the emperor is here, he has to deal with it
fairly."
Which big figure Martin was?
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