Emma Rosy smiled a self-deprecating smile and carried Keira back to the car.
By the second floor window, looking at the car leaving in the rain, Alex Brown slowly slid to the ground, holding his hands over his head and gradually tightening them, then lying down, his body curled into a ball.
With his eyes tightly closed, Keira’s cries and Emma Rosy’s disappointment played over and over again like a movie clip before his eyes.
When the housekeeper came upstairs to report the situation, he knocked on the door for a long time and pushed the door in boldly, and found that he had already passed out.
After this fainting spell, Alex Brown rested at home for two days before regaining some strength on the third day, and sent Adams Harrah to the villa.
He had decided to leave and had to clear up any unfinished business.
It was only a matter of time before Marisa Darcyfound Adams Harrah hiding in the apartment in his name, so he had to send Adams Harrah to a safer place. One, for the future, and two, to prevent Adams Harrah from becoming Marisa Miller’s puppet again.
“Where do you want me to go again? I’ve been hiding like a rat for so long, when the hell am I going to see the light of day?
He thought Alex Brown would meet with him this time to discuss ways to deal with Marisa Miller, but he was told to hide in another place.
Alex Brown leaned back in the study seat, his face was still okay, and he was also provoked by the anger at his words.
“Since the moment you became involved with Marisa Miller, you have been destined to be in this situation, and you don’t want to hide anymore? Fine, go to Marisa Darcyand see if she will give you a chance to turn back or kill you!”
Adams Harrah was under the roof, and if he wanted to live, he had to bow down to Alex Brown.
After struggling for a moment, he finally eased his tone: “Mr. Brown, just now I was impulsive, how you arrange, I will do it.”
Alex Brown leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and said lightly: “We will leave at two o’clock in the afternoon, I will arrange three bodyguards to protect you closely, and when you arrive at the destination, someone will naturally meet you.”
“Okay.” Adams Harrah answered quickly, and then asked, “Now, shall I go back and pack?”
Alex Brown gave a lazy “hmm”, his breathing gradually eased, and he fell asleep without realizing it.
He was unaware of Adams Harrah’s departure, and the housekeeper came in to cover him with a blanket without waking him up until 2:30 p. m., when Eric Chan barged in from outside in a frenzy.
“Mr. Brown, it’s not good!”
He woke up with a jolt, his temples popping, he sat up straight on the armrest and asked with a frown, “What’s the panic?”
“Adams Harrah… Adams Harrah’s car exploded!”
Just ten minutes ago, the car carrying Adams Harrah, three bodyguards and a driver suddenly exploded on the highway with traffic flowing, and when the traffic police arrived, the car was still burning, with no one inside.
In less than two months, before the school bus explosion, after the explosion of five people riding in the car, the police put a high priority on this, specially set up a task force to investigate the matter.
That afternoon, Emma Rosy and Joe Wright were summoned to the police station for questioning as informants who had recently been in contact with Adams Harrah.
Since the explosion had just occurred, the Internet had been buzzing, so Emma Rosy was not surprised to receive a call from the police, but she did not expect to meet Alex Brown at the police station.
When they looked at each other, it was as if they had not seen each other for a few days, but it seemed like a long time.
Emma Rosy has so many questions in her mind, such as why Adams Harrah was in that car, where he was going to send Adams Harrah, such as who made the explosion, whether he has a suspect, such as… why he refused to see her and her daughter.
All these words, however, were cut off by the police officer’s voice.
“Please come with me for a statement.”
Alex Brown stood outside the door, recalling her square gaze almost greedily, then forced himself to turn around and lift his steps toward the outside of the police station.
He had been patient for so long, he could not afford to lose everything, he told himself.
“Half a month ago, you met with Adams Harrah?”
“Yes.”
“What was the reason for the meeting?”
“He asked me for help; someone was trying to harm him.”
“Who?”
“Marisa Miller, the first lady of the Miller Group.”
“Did he say this to you, or was it your own guess?”
“He told me of his own accord.”
Emma Rosy took a deep breath and told the police the full story of Adams Harrah sneaking into the apartment and confessing everything to her and Judi Dench.
They police officers looked at each other and continued, “The explosion you just described was the school bus bombing that previously rocked the province?”
The experience of nine deaths, now recalled, still can not suppress the fear.
Emma Rosy nodded, her face gloomy: “According to Adams Harrah, the school bus explosion was related to Marisa Miller, and she created that explosion in order to murder me and my daughter.”
That case has not been completed until now, the police have made many efforts, and also had many visits to Emma Rosy, Alex Brown and other parties, but unfortunately could not find the key evidence, but repeatedly pressed back.
Now it seems that there seems to be some kind of connection between They bombings, but there is no evidence, everything will be in the speculation stage.
After the police said they would continue their investigation, they signaled Emma Rosy to leave.
Joe Wright smiled warmly and was about to ask her about her questioning when he saw her running down the hall to the police station in a hurry.
Joe Wright quickly caught up with her and took her by the arm: “What are you looking for?”
“Alex Brown!” Emma Rosy shook off his hand and looked around eagerly, “I just saw him, but where did he go?
Alex Brown had been avoiding her, would he be waiting for her now?
Joe Wright had the answer in his mind, but went to ask the police officer at the door before telling her, “Don’t look, he’s long gone.”
Emma Rosy’s running figure suddenly stopped, like a statue still in place, trying to smile to herself like before, but did not even have the strength to curl the corners of her lips.
Why not wait for her again?