Chapter 561: Beauty (18)_1

It was clear that Fu Qian's performance had indeed intimidated everyone.

For about ten seconds, the room was as silent as death.

And almost all eyes turned in unison toward the person at whom Fu Qian's gaze had last rested—Kagetsu Kana.

At that moment, she stared at the bathtub, her expression wooden. Facing her father's corpse, there was no discernible sorrow on her face.

The already frowning Suzune's face grew even darker.

Clearly, deep down, she was reluctant to believe in such a familial tragedy.

But Kana's reaction was strongly challenging her preconceived notions.

Could it really be her?

"Thank you, Mr. Darcy, for your assistance. Is there any clue on the murderer?"

In this delicate atmosphere, it was Kana's older sister who looked at Fu Qian and suddenly spoke up.

"You should ask a professional about that."

Fu Qian, who had just seemed utterly professional, quickly retreated.

The Fortune Teller, hearing this, naturally turned her gaze towards Suzune.

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