CHAPTER 389: 214 QUICK BATTLE, QUICK DECISION

Charlotte Miller was temporarily detained in the police station’s interrogation room.

The scent of blood emanating from her filled the entire room, and she was wearing that black shirt of Atlas Hallow.

Bloodstains on black clothes are not easily noticeable, but when too many bloodstains dry and congeal, the soft shirt becomes hard, making one feel extremely uncomfortable.

Charlotte had never so desperately wanted to take a proper hot shower.

At this moment, her body carried the alcoholic sweat of Atlas Hallow, the blood from Hailey Hill, and the dust from that old house, constantly reminding her of all that had happened.

She wished to wash herself clean, erasing every trace, as if these ugly events had never happened.

What exactly happened today during the day? Who would tell her what was going on?

How did she end up in that unfamiliar small house, and why was there a knife in her hand, which was stabbed into Hailey Hill.

Recalling Hailey Hill’s gloomy, terrifying face when she woke up, she got goosebumps. What hatred could warrant killing someone to frame her?

Before she fell into a coma, she seemed to hear someone talking, and she faintly felt the voice was Ava Walker’s, but at that time she was already near unconsciousness, so she didn’t dare to be certain.

For such a major incident, she couldn’t just casually mention she heard some vague voices without seeing Ava Walker clearly, and the police wouldn’t believe it.

Right now, Charlotte only wanted to see her lawyer. Everything would wait until she saw the lawyer to talk about it.

She sat blankly in the interrogation room, looking out the window. It was already getting dark outside, and at this moment her life seemed darker than the sky.

Her eyes were filled with immense sorrow, like a child having nowhere to hide from the rain, completely drenched but unable to find shelter.

Amidst the dire storm, she didn’t know what would become of her next.

She hadn’t killed anyone, but even if the truth came out, it would take some time.

Thinking she might be detained, even if she could get bail, she certainly wouldn’t be able to leave the country until the case was resolved.

The thought of these issues made her feel cold all over, as if even her blood had frozen together.

It was truly terrifying to think about what kind of women were tangled around Atlas Hallow?

Too terrifying, both women involved in this murder case were more or less related to him.

All related to him?

Suddenly, Charlotte’s heart thumped heavily. If everyone was related to Atlas Hallow, then what about this entire situation?

Then she quickly dismissed the idea that flashed through her mind like lightning.

Impossible. Atlas just wanted to take advantage of her, satisfy himself with the pleasure brought by her body. He wouldn’t stoop to such things, not to mention Hailey Hill was his first woman, wasn’t she?

When the lawyer had completed all formalities and was allowed to see Charlotte, it was already late at night.

"Sorry, Lawyer Lee, for troubling you to come at such a late hour."

"It’s my job, President Miller, no need for formalities," Axel Lee said softly, shocked to see Charlotte this way.

How could such a thing happen?

He had seen quite a few major cases as a lawyer, but he had never encountered a case quite like this.

To have killed someone and not run, but instead sit with the weapon in hand next to the deceased, waiting for the police to arrest her?

Though on the surface, all unfavorable evidence pointed to Charlotte, if one scrutinized carefully, there weren’t no loopholes.

Moreover, Charlotte usually seemed gentle and wise, how could she possibly commit murder?

Such a heinous event could destroy all of a person’s life; she was wise and wouldn’t be foolish to that extent.

However, even if there was something dubious about this incident, handling it now was exceedingly tough.

Charlotte and Roman Lee sat face to face, no longer requiring police presence during their conversation, because there were surveillance cameras in the interrogation room. Everything they said, every move they made would be laid out clearly on the monitor.