Chapter 237 Murder and Hiding a Body
Slightly pursing my lips, I did not want to speculate on his behavior and calmly said, “You
didn’t have to waste time driving me here.” Regardless of his reasons for suddenly being
so attentive to me, I did not need it.
His face stiffened as I spoke so bluntly. After a few seconds of stunned silence, the gloom
on his face eased somewhat, replaced by a barely noticeable panic as he said, “That’s not
what I meant.”
I did not say much and just stated, “I’ve disrupted your morning, so I’m sorry. I have things
to do later and won’t have time to invite you for lunch.”
After saying that, I turned to leave.
Then, he grabbed my wrist. I frowned in annoyance and did not look back at him before
simply asking, “Is there something else?”
Sensing my displeasure, his voice was a bit low as he said, “Don’t get too close to Charlie
in the future.”
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Suppressing my irritation, I turned to look at him and said expressionlessly, “Idris, we are
divorced. Divorce means we no longer have any reason to interfere with each other’s
lives. Who I get close to is my freedom.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis brows furrowed deeply as his eyes fixed on me. His voice was heavy, but a few
seconds later, he said somewhat weakly, “I’m not trying to interfere with your life, I just
wanted to remind you that Charlie is not a good person. I hope you can protect yourself.”
I had thought we would end this conversation in an argument, but to my surprise, he did
not get angry and calmly explained himself.
My built–up annoyance dissipated. After a pause, I responded less harshly. “I got it.”
Seeing this, he nodded and let go of me, saying, “Go ahead. Have a good day at work.”
I was a bit unaccustomed to this way of interacting with him. I nodded slightly and turned
to enter Scott Corporation.
In the Scott Corporation office.
Idris‘ sudden change left me feeling a bit confused.
After zoning out for a while and receiving a work report from Uncle Marcus, he reminded
met of a dinner engagement I had to attend that evening. It was originally Maxwell’s
commitment, but since he was not in Lake City, it was up to me to handle it.
After Uncle Marcus left, my phone rang. It was Officer Jackson.
As I answered the call, I called out, “Hello? Officer Jackson…“.
Before I could finish my greeting, he said, “Ms. Scott, give it to me straight–is Noah dead
or not?”
Startled by his question, my heart skipped a beat. After hesitating for a few seconds, I
responded, “Officer Jackson, what happened? Is there an issue?”
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Over the phone, I could not see his expression, but I could sense that he seemed worried
as he said, “Half an hour ago, someone visited Moore, and right after they left, Moore
claimed that she wanted to report you for murder and hiding a body.”
Murder and hiding a body?
I frowned. “Who visited Moore?”
He sighed. “A man who claimed to be Billy Wilson. Do you know him?”
Billy Wilson?
I did not recognize the name at all.
Over the phone, I said, “Officer Jackson, and you’re calling me because…”
I did not finish my sentence, but I had a rough idea.
Officer Jackson hummed in affirmation. “Since it involves a homicide, detectives from the
criminal police have already gone to Scott Corporation to look for you. I’m calling you to
confirm whether Noah is really dead. Tell me the truth. If he’s dead, I need to quickly
dispatch people to find the body for investigation, otherwise, I’m worried…”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“That someone is trying to frame me?” I asked over the phone.
“Yeah.” He continued after a pause, “And the Youngs too, given that you are Idris’s wife. If
news of the Youngs‘ in–law killing someone and hiding the body breaks, it will be hard to
keep. it under control.”
Using me to suppress the Youngs?
I frowned. It was true that Moore hated me, but…
I could not guarantee it would not implicate the Youngs.
“Ms. Scott,” Officer Jackson’s urging voice came through the phone.
Holding the phone, I was unsure what to do. This matter now involved more than just me.
Inch, who had hidden the body, would also be dragged into it.
Taking a deep breath, I said, “Noah wasn’t killed by me.”
Right after I finished speaking, there was silence on the other end, almost void of even
breathing sounds. After a while, Officer Jackson finally asked, “Is he really dead?”
“Yes,”
“Where’s the body?”
“I don’t know,” I responded, continuing, “I just know that he is dead.”
There was a pause on the other end. He was about to say something else when my office
door was knocked before being pushed open. Several men in police uniforms entered,
holding badges and saying, “Ms. Scott, we are from the Lake City’s Criminal Police
Department. You’re a suspect in a homicide case, and we need you to come with us to
assist in the investigation.”