CHAPTER 823: CHAPTER 823: SIMON HALE’S DOWNFALL

"I don’t want to hear any news, get the hell out."

Compared to July Quinn’s elegant attire, Simon Hale felt that his prison clothes were utterly disgraceful.

The key was, subconsciously, he actually knew that the news July Quinn brought was definitely not something he wanted to know.

So he roared, baring his teeth and claws, trying to drive July Quinn away.

However, July Quinn was not frightened by his frenzied demeanor. Instead, she gracefully walked towards him.

"Don’t come near me!"

"I told you, don’t come near me!"

"One more step and I will..."

Simon Hale blurted out many harsh words.

But all the malicious words and actions came to an abrupt halt when July Quinn stood before him.

Simon Hale indeed wanted to drive July Quinn away, even when she was right in front of him. He even wanted to slap this woman a few times.

But he couldn’t do it, because of July Quinn’s strange aura...

It seemed as if she was in a high position, making him feel unprecedented pressure, unable to breathe freely, or to control his own body.

As he calmed down, July Quinn gently parted her red lips and said, "Your daughter is dead. So all her debts have been transferred to your name. Therefore, I officially inform you that all movable and immovable property under your name now belongs to us. Furthermore..."

July Quinn said a lot.

It seemed even the Tibetan mastiff under Simon Hale’s name was mentioned.

And the crimes previously committed by The Hale Family, July Quinn said they would be exposed to the public, to seek justice for The Monroe Family.

However, after her first sentence, Simon Hale’s ears buzzed and he couldn’t take in anything else.

His daughter Rhonda is dead?

No!

Impossible!

"Stop talking nonsense here, Rhonda is not dead."

According to his previous plan, Rhonda had already gone to Aethelgard.

After that, she would start a brand new life.

She would meet the person she wanted to spend her life with in that new country, get married, have children, and experience the perfect life cycle of a woman.

Yes, the dead person absolutely could not be his Rhonda.

"My Rhonda couldn’t possibly be dead; stop spreading rumors here."

Simon Hale was furious, yelling and shouting.

"It seems that some people are still unwilling to face reality."

July Quinn simply took out her phone, pulled up the relevant video report of Rhonda’s death from this morning, and handed it to Simon Hale.

"Think carefully about what exactly happened last night."

As for the content of the video, Simon Hale didn’t really pay attention, because subconsciously he was rejecting the written information he saw inside.

Until the moment when the forensic personnel were carrying Rhonda’s body onto a stretcher, preparing to leave, as the white cloth fell.

He saw the face of the body: "Rhonda..."

Although the time since death was long, and the face had taken on a deathly pallor, Simon Hale recognized at once that it was his daughter Rhonda.

Certain scenes he had deliberately forgotten from last night suddenly leapt back into his mind.

Simon Hale’s emotions collapsed on the spot.

"No, this can’t be true."

"Rhonda, my Rhonda! How could you be so cruel to leave me behind..."

Simon Hale began to weep bitterly, tears flowing like a flood.

But even though Simon Hale cried and wailed for most of the day, July Quinn didn’t pay him any attention.

Instead, the young man who had followed July Quinn inside and remained silent spoke up:

"If I remember correctly, when you gave her the injection, you didn’t show any mercy. Why don’t you ask yourself, what made you cruel enough to lay a hand on your own daughter?"