Chapter 392: Slave Game

Twenty-year-old granddaughter...

Purple Summers thought of what Jane McCain said, that the person who served them water wasn't a little girl, but a twenty-year-old woman.

But why did she mistake her for an eight or nine-year-old girl?

She couldn't figure it out, and there was no time to think about it now.

"Have you arranged a meeting with Jessica Cameron?" Purple Summers asked.

Jessica Cameron was one of the two surviving female students, while the other was still in the hospital for mental recovery treatment.

Marcel Jefferson replied: "Yes, I have. The family of the deceased has been trying to pin the blame on her. She can't wait for a lawyer to get involved in the investigation. It's winter break now, and she's working at a coffee shop. We can meet her there."

Purple Summers nodded, not asking any more questions.

The two of them left the law firm and drove to the coffee shop where Jessica Cameron worked.