But what about the man who might have been enjoying himself with her at the ti of the cri? He would soon surface.
In the middle of the night at the police station, the lights were on, and a man dressed in a black suit walked in, looking extrely cold and grim, yet beneath his icy exterior lay undeniable anxiety.
"I want to see Charlotte Miller." Atlas Hallow didn’t let up on the gas the whole way, speeding recklessly to get here.
During the day, he drank excessively and acted without restraint. She ran off and then this happened, thinking about her being held now, Atlas’s heart felt like it was being pierced with needles.
"She is currently an important suspect in a murder case, so you can’t see her." The policeman looked at the man in front of him; his thin lips were tightly pressed together, sharp like a blade. His eyes were darker than the night outside, yet as complex as a stormy sea brewing.
Just at that mont, the policeman’s phone rang. He listened to a few sentences, nodded, and then hung up.
"Mr. Hallow, we can only give you fifteen minutes, we hope you will cooperate." It turned out this man was the famous Atlas Hallow, no wonder he looked familiar, there really was no second person with this kind of aura.
"At what ti did you receive the ergency call today?" Atlas suddenly turned and quietly questioned the policeman as he entered the interrogation room.
The policeman following Atlas was taken aback; such a question seed out of place for Atlas to ask.
However, looking into those cold eyes, he still answered Atlas’s query, "We received the ergency call at three forty PM, and by the ti we arrived, Hailey Hill was already dead."
"What about her ti of death?" Atlas continued questioning, his dark brows knitted slightly, showing a heavy expression on his face.
The policeman shook his head and did not answer further, "The case is under investigation, and we cannot disclose details. Please leave promptly after seeing Charlotte Miller, don’t make it difficult for ."
Other than lawyers, no one should be eting her at this ti. Even family mbers are not allowed, this is already considered an exception.
Both the police station and the hospital are the sa; the incandescent lights are always bright through the night, causing an unease in people’s hearts.
Atlas Hallow stopped asking questions and walked towards the interrogation room.
He opened the door to the interrogation room, and she was so fragile it was as if even her fragrance had vanished. Seeing Charlotte Miller curled up in her thin clothes on the long bench, Atlas’s heart was tugged heavily, as if a hand had reached in and pulled out his heart.
The thing that pained him the most was seeing Charlotte Miller’s utterly pale face, devoid of any color.
Charlotte seed to hear the movent, struggled to open her eyes, and saw the man standing at the door.
She was extrely tired, a fatigue and pain that was hard to express in words.
She stared blankly at Atlas in his black attire, her pale lips opening and closing as she said softly, "Would you testify for ? Testify without any conditions, would you?"
As she spoke these words, she seed to have collapsed, her voice losing any of its forr allure.
It was as if she had let go of all previous pride and resistance, and was gently pleading...
Hearing her voice like this made Atlas feel as if a knife had been plunged into his body, then slowly carved him open, splitting him in two.
He just looked at her, without saying a word...
Did he still need her to offer sothing in return for testifying for her?
Was this what she thought? Was it really like this? Was Atlas in Charlotte’s eyes really this despicable man?
"You know so well, you know I would ask for conditions, huh?" Atlas stepped forward and bent down to look at Charlotte’s pale and fragile face.
Charlotte struggled to suppress the grieving and conflict within her, quietly saying, "You said it yourself, you are a businessman who always prioritizes profit, you always need to gain sothing in return for anything you do, what do you need in return?"
As she spoke these words, she was on the verge of tears.
In fact, Charlotte had already collapsed, if at this ti Atlas proposed a transaction involving her body, she guessed she would most likely agree.
Because she couldn’t stay here any longer, her hands were cuffed, she didn’t even dare to ask for a sip of water.
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