A few dayster.

Be and Leo sat in her office, watching "Morning Gossip," the entertainment news on television. They were covering a live report on Laura Kiels’ case.

On the television screen, Laura’s car was seen surrounded by many journalists who had been waiting for her in front of the police station since morning.

Then, Laura exited her car with herwyer beside her. She faced the journalists’ cameras with an innocent expression.

Laura Kiels was wearing a white knee-length dress, reflecting her pure image. Her straight ck hair flowed down her back, and her face was adorned with minimal makeup, only soft pink lip gloss. Thispletely differed from her usual morous appearance on television or social media.

Leo, witnessing this, couldn’t help butment, "Wow, why does she appear like that!? Did she not have time to do her makeup because the police officer suddenly asked her toe this early morning!?" He nced at Be across from him.

Be, sitting rxed on a single sofa with her legs crossed while holding a cup oftte, chuckled at Leo’s question. She shook her head and turned her gaze to Leo.

"Obviously not. This woman deliberately made herself look na?ve and innocent in public to gather sympathy from A-Netz and the journalists."

"Fuck! That crazy bitch! How shameless—" Leo couldn’t continue cursing at Laura because Be asked him to shut up and watch the television.

He closed his mouth and looked at the screen. He saw Laura starting to answer the reporters’ questions.

"Miss Laura, good morning. I’m Lisa Hendrick from Astington Gossip News. I have some questions for you..." One of the female journalists standing right in front of Laura asked, representing all her colleagues.

Laura smiled weakly at the journalist. "Yes, sure. But first, let me say a few words. Thank you all for waiting for me here. And to A-Netz, especially my fans around the country, I’m sorry for making you all wait and worry about me." She said while bowing her head slightly.

Sincerity and sadness radiated from her facial expression. Those who saw her seemed to see how stressed she was regarding this matter.

"Miss Laura, can you exin why the police suddenly summoned you again for an interrogation?" the female journalist, Lisa Hendrick, asked again.

"To be honest, I don’t know why they asked me toe again. As aw-abiding citizen, I came here to help the police investigate the case against my manager," Laura said, pausing for a moment. She wiped the corners of her eyes as if to erase the traces of her tears.

Everyone was silent, waiting for Laura Kiels to continue her words.

"I’m really sorry. I suddenly felt sad remembering Robert’s kindness. I hope he is now at peace up there. He was a good friend and manager to me."

Everyone felt sympathy for her.

But another journalist asked her, "Miss Laura, please answer. Is the case involving Robert true? Is he the sole perpetrator? And, as you mentioned before, are you not involved at all?"

Laura looked at the male reporter who asked the question. With a gloomy expression, she answered, "I’ve exined. I don’t know anything about it, about the result. What I could say now, I wasn’t involved—"

Before Laura could continue her sentence, herwyer, the man in the ck suit beside her, raised his hand to stop her from speaking.

Then he stepped forward, shielding Laura and addressing the reporters.

"Sorry, gentlemen. My client iste now. We will provide further information after she finishes meeting with the investigator. Thank you!" thewyer said, leading Laura into the police building, leaving the journalists dissatisfied with this short interview.

Some of the journalists stayed behind, exchanging words with each other and expressing opinions about the case that was being hotly discussed throughout the country; Laura Kiels is suspected of being involved in a defamation case and the death of Robert, her manager.

"Are you sure she’s involved?"

"I’m sure. There’s no way the manager would havee up with that idea, right?"

"Same!"

"I agree, too."

"Guys, don’t jump to conclusions. Wait for the results of the police investigation."

"I agree with them. If Laura is summoned again for a second examination, I believe the police have new evidence. Isn’t that right?"

"Wow, you’re right, bro!"

"But why is she so confident that she wasn’t involved?"

"Hahaha, since when do perpetrators admit what they have done? They will deny it unless there is strong evidence."

"True, true..."

"Indeed, you are so right about this, buddy!"

***

Meanwhile, Laura, walking beside herwyer, frowned, confused by his attitude of stopping her from giving an interview.

Laura felt too short to appear on the news. Because she still wanted to attract the attention of the A-Netz, she was looking for sympathy so that they would support her.

She leaned closer and whispered, afraid someone might hear, "Why did you stop me?"

"Miss Laura, you are not allowed to give any statements or conclusions about this case. It’s in your best interest. I fear all the journalists outside will twist whatever you say."

"Did I say something wrong?" Laura asked, confused by herwyer’s words.

Thewyer said nothing but nodded in response to his client’s question.

Not long after, they arrived at the empty interrogation room. A police officer who led them to the room asked them to go in first.

"Miss, don’t be nervous," whispered thewyer. "You only need to reply to their questions, as discussed."

Laura Kiels is sitting in her seat. "Mmm. I know!"

Before long,

Two male investigators entered the room, holding a few documents andptops.

They sat opposite Laura Kiels and herwyer.

The room felt even more tense as the investigator began questioning Laura Kiels about her involvement with the paid buzzer who attacked Ster Entertainment.

Laura, who heard the investigators’ questions, was confused.

’Why are they asking me about this again?’ Laura clearly remembered that she had given them a clear answer; she did not know and had denied ever ordering Robert to do that.