"An iron plate..." Scarlett sneered, "I think you're the one who hit the iron plate, Violet Summers. When did you hit yourself silly?"
"If she's from 'W', would she need to collect Isabelle Richardson's criminal evidence everywhere? If I were her, I'd just..."
At this point, her voice suddenly stopped.
Isabelle is gone!
She had just died not long ago, her body lying in prison.
It was said to be a group fight, but in the end, there was no conclusive evidence.
A bizarre and cold sensation crept up Scarlett's back like a poisonous snake.
"Don't you feel... she doesn't seem like a 'W' manager?" Violet voiced her doubt, "It's precisely because she's the Boss of 'W' that she needs to abide by laws and set an example. She can't reveal her identity casually."
"A penniless person turns out to be the manager of 'W'. Do you think this news is good or bad for her?"
Scarlett pursed her lips and didn't speak.
If she were Molly Walker, she wouldn't reveal her identity either.