Chapter 1241: Chapter 1241
Hans Geoffrey said he fell asleep at the ti of the incident and knew nothing.
Such an answer was of no use to Purple Sumrs.
“What ti did you go to sleep?” Purple Sumrs asked.
Hans Geoffrey said, “Nine o’clock… or around nine-thirty, I can’t rember clearly. I had a little to drink, suddenly felt very sleepy, and went to bed early.”
“You drank alone at ho?”
“I have a habit of drinking half a glass of whiskey every night.”
Purple Sumrs furrowed her brows and said, “Let’s make an assumption now. Assu there’s a person who has seen your chat records and hid in your house without you noticing. This person knows your habits, knows you drink, so they put sleeping pills in your drink. When you went to rest on the second floor, this person committed a murder in the basent storage room, found your car keys, put the body in your trunk, and left during the day amidst the chaos.”
Purple Sumrs paused for a mont and asked Hans Geoffrey, “If there really was such a person, who do you think it would be?”
Hans Geoffrey smiled bitterly, “I don’t know…”
“Think again,” Purple Sumrs frowned, her tone serious.
“If there really was such a person…” Hans Geoffrey shook his head, full of self-mockery, “Soone who hacked my chat software, knew my electronic lock password, knew my drinking habit, and found my car keys… carefully planned all this, killed a person just to send to prison, then it must be soone close to and who hates very much, right?”
Hans Geoffrey looked up, stared at the ceiling, and let out a long sigh, “I don’t know, I really don’t know…”
Purple Sumrs silently watched Hans Geoffrey.
…
Leaving the prison, Purple Sumrs went straight to the airport.
This visit to Clearwater was only for initial understanding of the situation, not intending to stay long, but now it seed that the situation was quite bleak.
Purple Sumrs calculated the ti in her mind.
She needed assistance.
…
Two days later, Purple Sumrs, accompanied by her young daughter April and a group of bodyguards and servants, moved into her villa in Clearwater.
The leisure area on the first floor of the villa was temporarily converted into a conference room, with a rectangular projection screen hanging in the middle. As Purple Sumrs typed on the computer, photos were displayed in front of everyone.
On the sofa chairs sat Marcel Jefferson and two lawyers from Prominence Law Firm, as well as Aria Jackson.
“This is the deceased, nad Sophia Wilson, age 22, a college student. She entered Wind Pavilion Garden Community at 10 p.m. the night of the incident, and the next morning at 8 a.m., her body was found in Hans Geoffrey’s trunk.”
On the projection screen were photos of Sophia Wilson, both in life and in her horrific death.
Her snow-white limbs were contorted and curled up in the trunk, soaked with blood, making the red even redder, the white even whiter.
“Since Sophia Wilson could enter the community, is it possible that soone followed her in, then killed her and frad Hans Geoffrey?” Marcel Jefferson raised a question.
“The security guards at Wind Pavilion Garden only stop external vehicles, but according to surveillance, no one followed Sophia Wilson at that ti,” Purple Sumrs said, “Besides, each house in the villa area has an electronic password lock. If the password is entered incorrectly three tis or the lock is forcibly broken, an alarm will sound imdiately.”
Marcel Jefferson asked again, “Can we check the villa’s entrance surveillance footage?”
“The surveillance coverage in Wind Pavilion Garden isn’t 100%. Many residents value their privacy, so property managent only installed CCTV on vehicle passages.”
Purple Sumrs lightly tapped the keyboard, and a photo of another woman appeared on the projection screen.
Compared to Sophia Wilson, this woman exhibited the elegant deanor of an heiress, her lips slightly upturned, her smile subtle and gentle.
“This is Hans Geoffrey’s wife, Abigail Thompson,” Purple Sumrs introduced, “She’s also one of the shareholders of Duke Jewelry Company.”
“Is it possible that she…” Marcel Jefferson couldn’t help but say, “Found out her husband was having an affair, bore a grudge, killed the mistress, and frad her husband? This way, she could also acquire her husband’s shares—three birds with one stone?”
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