Sam snorted, "He knows, but it doesn't mean I know it. Back then someone sent me a message that
your parents' car broke down, and told me that he knew I wanted to kill your parents, and he said he
would lure your parents down that road so my people could get there as soon as possible, and that was
it."
Stanley didn't speak anymore.
It seemed that Sam really didn't know who the murderer was.
The only one who knew was Ivan.
But why would Ivan know?
Many questions surfaced in Stanley's mind, yet he couldn't get answers, causing the air pressure
around him to plummet.
Sam and his wife felt a lot of pressure, and both were quiet and didn't dare to say anything.
Only after a long time did Stanley lightly opened his thin lips and spoke, "Whether it's that person or
you, I won't let go and I will definitely find grandfather's will,."
Sam's face went pale and he clenched his fist without speaking.
Stanley didn't want to waste time here, and turned towards the door.
As he walked out the door, he inclined his head slightly and instructed a few bodyguards guarding the
door, "Keep an eye on them and notify me immediately if there is any movement."
"Yes." The bodyguards responded in unison.
Stanley drove away.
These bodyguards, which he had specially arranged to come over some time ago, when he learned
that Sam was the one who killed his parents, were currently the ones who were keeping Sam's family
under house arrest.
Ivan ran away, he naturally had to control his parents, otherwise after finding his grandfather’s will, it
was useless.
That was why he put the Sam under house arrest.
"Honey, are you alright?" After Kelley saw Stanley leave, she went to Sam.
Sam rubbed his excruciatingly painful abdomen and pushed her away in boredom, "Go away, you did
not come to my just now, hypocritical."
Kelley was awkward, "Because ......"
"Okay, whatever the reason is, it's true that you just didn't come to care about me in time." Sam
interrupted her.
Kelley bristled and had nothing more to say.
Sam held his chair and sat down, his eyes gloomily sweeping over the wreckage all over the floor,
"Tom is still torturing me!"
Since he was a child, he had lived in the shadow of Tom.
When he was young, just because Tom was good looking, his parents favored Tom, and even some
friends and relatives also liked Tom more than him, thinking that he did not look as good as Tom, was
not as smart as Tom, not as obedient and understanding as Tom.
Even because of this, his father had directly named Tom as the heir to the Murphy Group.
On what grounds? He was the eldest son!
Even if they grew up liking Tom, why should even the Murphy Group be given to Tom? He was not
convinced, so he went to question his father, but his father said that he was no match for Tom, and that
the Murphy Group could only grow in the hands of Tom.
He felt it was unfair, his father hadn't even given him the Murphy Group, so why he said that he was no
better than Tom. Since that was the case, he would fight for it himself and snatch the Murphy Group
from Tom.
What he didn't expect, however, was that when Tom and his wife died, his father still didn't give the
group to him, but instead gave it to Tom's son, Stanley!
Thinking of that, Sam's eyes were filled with hatred, "He is diabolizing me even after death."
"Yeah." Kelley was also furious, "Back then Dad destroyed all that evidence, why didn't he destroy it
more thoroughly and had to make a will to hold you back, it's really infuriating."
"Yeah, it's really irritating, but luckily he didn't tell Stanley about the whereabouts of the will." Sam said
gloomily.
Kelley was worried, "What if Stanley finds the will in the end? He's not dealing with us now because
there's no evidence in his hands, once he finds the will, we ......"
"Alright, don't think about all this nonsense, about the will, I'll definitely find it first. You call Ivan and ask
him what he really wants and why he told Stanley there is another murderer." Sam waved his hand in
annoyance.
Kelley complained, "How can I contact him? Every time he contacted us, and after that, he changed his
number, and Ivan never told ask his real thought."
"Yeah." Sam also had a bit of a headache.
He then waved his hand, "All right, all right, why don't you clean up the floor while I go look in the room
and see if there's a clue to the will or something."
Stanley didn't know what Sam and his wife had said after he left.
When he returned to the company, Fraser greeted him, "Mr. Murphy, that phone number was found, but
it's an anonymous number."
"No names?" Stanley wrinkled his brow.
"Yes, that number was only purchased a week ago and it doesn't have a real name, which means that
numbers are usually used for secret messaging, are discarded before long, so I tried to contact the
person once and the number was already non-exist."
"So you can't find out who it really is, right?" Stanley pursed his lips.
Fraser nodded, "Yes, but I contacted the communications company and they said the person who
bought the card was a woman."
"Woman ......." Stanley whispered.
Could it be one of the two women who held Violet in the toilet and knocked out Linda last time?
Thinking, Stanley looked at Fraser, "How is the competition organizer doing with the investigation of
Linda's matter?"
"I haven't asked yet, and they haven't contacted me, so I don't think the results are in yet." Fraser
thought for a moment and answered.
Stanley nodded, "Ask about it later."
"Okay."
"You go out first." Stanley waved his hand.
Fraser answered and turned to go out.
Stanley got up and walked to the balcony, looked out at the scenery, lit a cigarette and smoked with a
mouthful, his breath was heavy around him.
The next day, the competition was back on.
Violet and Linda arrived.
Not long after arriving, all models and designers were told to head to the large conference room for a
meeting.
Linda and Violet walked together, "Violet, is there something going on?"
Violet shook her head, indicating that she wasn't sure.
Linda looked at the people in front and behind her and suddenly thought of something and muttered in
a whisper, "Violet, do you think it's possible that the meeting is held because of the results of that
incident?"
Violet's eyes narrowed, "It's possible, but whether it is or not, we'll know in a moment."
Linda nodded and stopped talking.
Soon, the conference room was packed.
The host walked onto the stage with a serious expression, "Everyone is here, right?"
"No, Amy and Stephanie are not here." Someone stood up and replied.
The host glanced at the two vacant seats, his expression unchanged, "They are not late, they are
already in jail."
At this statement, everyone was stunned and talked.
Violet and Linda looked at each other, seemingly having suspicions.
"Why are they in jail?" At this point, another person asked.
The host replied, "Because they were jealous and did something unforgivable, Amy deliberately locked
Violet in the toilet because she was jealous of her talent and tried to make her late, Violet's model Linda
went to look at the monitoring to find out who locked Violet up, but to her surprise, she was knocked out
by Amy's model Stephanie, who destroyed the monitoring, naturally such a vicious designer and model
should be sentenced. "
"So that's it." People nodded their heads, indicating that they understood.
Linda clapped her hands, "That's great ,Violet, they really deserve it."
Violet didn't say anything, wrinkling her brow as if she was thinking about something.
"What's wrong, Violet?" Linda asked.
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