Yara was not the one who could be dealt with easily, which was exactly why I by all means hid from her several times.
She directly went into the villa, seated on the sofa. With her file pouch thrown on the table, she said in disgust, “Clara, If you still love Dennis, leave him. Don’t implicate him.”
Frowning, I opened the pouch, to see some pictures which scared me stiff.
Those were pictures of Bernice before death. In the photos, there were a few men whose faces couldn’t be seen, but Bernice’s painful expression was clear.
I looked at Yara and asked, “Why do you show these to me?”
She stared at me seriously, “Police are investigating. You’d better confess your crime immediately. Because of you coming back, Bernice ended her business with the George Group. She slandered you in front of reporters. You have most motives to kill her.”
She paused to repress her emotion, “Whether you did that out of revenge or resentment, it’s none of my business. What I’m concerned about is Dennis. You must leave. The news his wife is a murderer will ruin him and his company.”
What she said was so interesting. “Why do you think it is I who did the murder.” She didn’t even investigate before interrogating me.
She sneered, “Those malicious things your family has done are all known to Luna Knight. She’s clear the death of Bernice is only the tip of the iceberg.”
I couldn’t help laughing, “What my family has done is none of my business. Yara, my patience is limited. The reason why I tolerated you was that you are Dennis’ aunt. My respect doesn’t mean you can bully me at will. Please get out.”
She didn’t expect I would fire back. “Clara, this villa is of the George family. How dare you let me out? Who do you think you are?”
“My wife.”
The sudden appearance of Dennis surprised me. Across the living room, he came to me.
He spoke to Yara with fury, “I have given you my respect, so you’d better not go too far.”
“Dennis George!” Yara spoke in a rage, “You are not going to break with me, are you?”
“I can’t promise if you keep treating her like this.” Dennis didn’t usually express his emotions. He was irritated. He spoke in a cold voice, “Go now.”
Hearing those words, Yara was shaking with rage. She gave me a hostile glare before leaving.
The disappearing woman made me feel a headache. I fell into a bad temper.
Dennis took me to sit on the sofa. I directly asked, “It is who on earth that killed Bernice?”
He gazed lovingly at me, “Her mother was in great debt. Those creditors heard she was shut out. Such an actress must have no money to pay back, so they went extremely.”
I frowned, “Even so, creditors might only have the intention to threaten her. Killing her is not the result they expect. I doubt it is the Lewis family who is the real murderer.”
He smiled, “Why don’t you think it’s me?”
I responded without hesitation, “Definitely not!”
His eyebrow slightly raised with surprise, “Why are you so sure?”
“Bernice was annoying, but killing her is against your principles. What’s more, With business to do, a starlet is not what you will have interest in. The murder is obviously out of revenge. You are not an avenger.” I didn’t suspect him on the matter of Luna, much less Bernice.
To some extent, he had the same personality like me, so I was sure he wouldn’t do that.
His arms were wrapped around me, resting his chin on my head. He said in a husky voice, “I didn’t know you think that good of me. I’m so proud.”
Still feeling strange, I asked, “It’s unreasonable of the Lewis family to kill her. After all, gangster as Samuel is, he never kills anyone at will.”
He nodded, lowering his voice, “Let it go. Focus on your test.”
It’s exactly none of my business, so I didn’t talk more.
…
It’s October.
Thanks to Folly, I got the chance to attend lectures at P University. It did give much help with my postgraduate entrance exam.
I enjoyed the spacious campus. Stepping out of the teaching building, I came across the fiance of Folly, Zack Norman, who was tall and gentle, wearing a glass that made him more urbane.
With his help, I was permitted to attend lectures here. I waved at him, “Professor Norman!”
He smiled back.
I went closer, seeing him holding a book of law which was probably just used in his class. I asked, “Still have any lectures?”
Shaking his head, he said, “Nope. How’s your English class?”
“I learned a lot!” We went towards the school gate, “Are you going to the Ny Villas?”
He shrugged, “Nope. I’m going to pick up my family who come to visit today. Tell Folly I’m having dinner with her tonight.”
“No problem!” With curiosity, I asked, “Is that your parents who you are going to pick up?”
His wedding day was coming soon. His parents may come to attend the ceremony from Newton Town.
Smiling, he nodded but said nothing.
Getting to the park, he said farewells before leaving in a hurry. I was going home.
The Ny Villas was not far from P University. I usually walked back. It’s not that cool in October. Walking at a leisurely pace made me relaxed.
Out of a sudden, a black Bentley pulled over. A man came up to me.
It’s Hank Gibson.
Frowning, I said, “What’s wrong?”
“Where are you going? Let me drive you.” His one hand in the pocket, the other was holding a cigarette, looking leisurely.
Was it a coincidence?
Whatever.
In a cold voice, I said, “Going home, not far, thanks.”
He sneered, “Home? Of you and Dennis?”
I didn’t want to talk any word with him. Staring at him, I was becoming impatient.
“Clara, you are so naive. He doesn’t love you, otherwise, he will marry you.” It seemed there was another person in the car, perhaps his assistant.
To stop the talk, I said, “It’s none of your business. Get out of my way.”