Chapter 1002: Arnold Johnson is dead. Chapter 1002: Arnold Johnson is dead. Alia Wilson never expected that another headline she’d see after her own scandal was about Arnold Johnson’s death.
The murderer who killed Arnold Johnson turned out to be her own sister, Victoria Garcia.
Suddenly, the Garcia Sisters’ news topped the Entertainnt Circle and the financial headlines, with discussions reaching unprecedented levels of intensity.
When Henry Campbell appeared in front of Alia Wilson, he found her skin and bones, her face devoid of vitality, exuding an air of desolate morbidity.
Seeing Henry Campbell before her stirred a bit of excitent in Alia Wilson, and that excitent brought a hint of color to her pale face.
“Henry, you must hurry and tell , you know the truth, right? What’s really going on with my sister? And what about Arnold Johnson?” Alia Wilson no longer cared about her entanglent in the “Video Scandal”; all she wanted to know was where her sister was and what the truth of the matter was.
Henry Campbell ca to see her not only to find out how she was faring but also to tell her so things to her face.
“Ava, things are looking pretty grim,” Henry began, trying to give Alia Wilson a taphorical sedative, hoping she would be able to handle what had happened.
Because of the recent events, Alia Wilson had lost a lot of weight, her eyes larger than usual as they widened in distress.
“Grim? How grim? Arnold Johnson is really dead, and was it really my sister who killed him?” Alia Wilson speculated, “No matter how much she resented Arnold Johnson, she wouldn’t kill him. It definitely wasn’t my sister.”
Alia Wilson said with utter certainty, believing her sister just wasn’t that kind of person.
Henry Campbell stepped forward, crouched by her side, and spoke softly, “Arnold Johnson’s situation is pretty bad. To this day, no one knows whether he’s dead or not, but his disappearance is real, and your sister…”
“What about my sister? Tell !” Alia Wilson asked urgently.
Henry Campbell pursed his lips slightly before continuing, “But don’t worry, your sister hasn’t killed anyone. It’s just that she’s now mired in suspicion of killing Arnold Johnson. She can’t return to the country at all. The mont she steps foot in tropolis, she will be arrested by the Police Station and could face the death penalty.”
“If my sister didn’t kill Arnold Johnson, why would they do this?”
Henry said, “Because they have evidence, evidence that proves your sister killed Arnold Johnson.”
“Evidence? What evidence? Who provided the evidence?” Alia Wilson asked urgently.
Henry also felt a headache coming on from these issues, “The evidence includes your sister’s fingerprints on the murder weapon. The evidence was provided by Chloe Johnson. You should know how much she wants your sister dead. So now, she simply can’t co back. The mont she does, the situation would beco utterly unmanageable.”
“So where is my sister now? Why can’t I ever get through to her phone? Can’t you let talk to her? If I just knew she was okay, I would be at ease,” Alia Wilson pleaded to Henry, now her only source of hope.
Henry dared not tell Alia Wilson that Victoria was locked up in the International Won’s Prison; he feared she would collapse upon hearing it, with all the blows added up, it would be too much for her to bear.
Seeing her now emaciated, Henry felt there were so things she was better off not knowing, for the ti being.
Even if Alia Wilson were to know, she couldn’t solve any problems; it would only lead to more worries and more pain.
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