Chapter 9 There Is a Murder

"Mr. Cowell, it is you who are fooling me, okay?" I took the agreement in front of me in my hand and stood up without showing any sign of weakness. Then I pointed at the clause.

After that, I threw the agreement onto Patrick and turned to leave.

I dared not look back.

I am afraid that if I stayed here for one more second, I couldn't pretend any longer and I would show my embarrassment in front of him.

I walked quickly all the way to the gate of the residential quarter. Looking at the luxurious gate behind me and thinking back on my naive thoughts before, I found myself sad as well as ridiculous.

Patrick Cowell was the boss of the Towering High Group, who surely wouldn't fall in love with a woman after a one-night stand.

He wouldn't do so even if I shared the same face as the girl he liked.

(To be continued)

I moved into Lisa's house and started my life again.

After I graduated from college, I, who majored in interior design, found an internship in a sort of good company in my senior year. After graduation, I could have become a regular employee there. However, the Archer Family told me that the Cowell Family was a grand family, who surely wouldn't want their daughter-in-law to appear in public.

So I resigned stupidly.

Now I had to start all over again.

Fortunately, the leader of the company where I had once interned immediately agreed to let me go back to work after knowing my situation.

My salary and relative benefits remained unchanged.

People like us who were engaged in interior design often had to go to the construction site. Moreover, it was common to work overtime. And we didn't even enjoy the weekend off.

A week later, that day, I worked overtime to 11 p.m. Assuming that there was a bag of instant noodles at home. I planned that I would go to sleep after eating the noodle.

Lisa's house was an old one. The lights in the corridor had long been broken. I put up with the darkness and went upstairs, only to see a flash of light emitting from the mobile phone in front of my door. My first reaction was that Lisa did not bring a key when she came back.

I couldn't help but tease, "Lisa, I have been living here with you for half a month. I am quite surprised that it's the first time that you've forgotten to bring a key."

As soon as I finished speaking, I realized that something wrong.

Before I could take a closer look, the visitor put the phone in her pocket and said, "Charlotte Archer, you b*tch. What did you say to Patrick?"

Only then did I realize that it was Caroline.

"What did I say?" I was so hungry that I couldn't remember what I had said for a while.

"Did you tell him that I was not well-behaved in my private life? Someone told me that he was investigating my past!" She said as she went downstairs and walked in front of me.

After this reminder, I remembered that I had been drunk that day and told Patrick about Caroline's crappy past.

It turned out that although Patrick didn't believe what I had said on the surface, he was actually looking into Caroline behind her back.

Knowing this made my mood a little better. I replied, "What does it have to do with me? After all, the Cowell Family is a rich and powerful family. Is there any problem for them to investigate the wife of their heir?"

The corridor was very dark. And I couldn't see Caroline's expression. She was silent for several seconds.

I thought she had given up. So I said, "If there's nothing else, I'll go."

However, just as I was about to turn away, she grabbed my arm and laughed strangely, "Charlotte Archer, do you think you can take up my position in this way? I just want to tell you that you are simply daydreaming!"

Then, she suddenly let go of my arm and took two steps back as she shouted, "No, no! Help!"

Then there was a loud noise in the dark corridor, which was the sound of someone rolling down the stairs!

After that, there was a dead silence.

I was stunned. I didn't expect that Caroline would do such a cruel thing to herself.

She rolled to the third floor. Because the voice was too loud, the male owner of the house on the third floor opened the door with his wife hiding behind.

When the lights in the room came out, I could see Caroline lying on the ground motionlessly.

"Ah! Is there a murder?" The hostess shouted when she saw such a scene.

Although I was angry, I dared not to delay and immediately dialed 911.