At the other end of the phone, Freya fell silent.

Joanne knew Freya, so she stopped her work, stayed silent with her for a long while and asked, "Freya, what's wrong?"

"In fact, he doesn't need to ask anyone," Freya said in a relaxed tone, half-jokingly and half-self-deprecatingly, "because Chris doesn't love me that much."

Brian loved Joanne, so he put up with and even indulged Joanne.

Chris didn't love her like that, so they quarreled, had cold wars, and fought until whoever won.

It was not her or Chris's fault. Instead, her dad was right about them: They were not suitable for each other.

"Freya, don't overthink. He's just used to his girlfriends listening to him all the time." Joanne quickly added, "Which of his former girlfriends did not guess his mind and carefully get along with him? Who would dare to argue with him?

"I'm not saying that you should guess his mind to be around him. Freya, I'm saying that he is arguing with you because you're different to him."

Freya didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Damn you, when did quarreling with me become my prerogative?"

"You know my brother. He always acts like a gentleman. He doesn't like quarreling at the negotiating table, let alone with a woman." Joanne said helplessly, "Freya, he cares about you, but he chose the wrong way to express his feelings."

Freya was not slow. Although Joanne did not point it out, Freya realized that she might also choose the wrong way to express her feelings.

Chris was used to being accommodated, but she was used to being willful. She was also to blame in the quarreling with Chris.

"Never mind." Freya ended the topic. "You get back to your work, and I'll prepare for Friday's contest."

"OK."

Joanne hung up the phone and opened a document. She prayed in her heart that nothing would happen in the office today.

God might miss her voice because, at the next second, the alarm bell outside her office rang. Captain Turner said someone found a male body in the suburbs and they needed to arrive there immediately.

"Joanne, can you go?" Captain Turner was concerned about Joanne's injured right leg.

Joanne nodded affirmatively. "I'm OK."

"That's good. Bring your stuff, and let's go!"

As Joanne and the vice squad rushed to the suburbs, at another corner of the city, another bunch of people also headed for the suburbs.

They were Rowdy and a few of his men.

For more than a month, Rowdy had been looking for a woman, but that woman was just like an illusion that he once had because he could not find a trace of her in this world.

As a result, Rowdy had been moody, and all of his minions dared not to talk to him often. Everyone around him had been cautious.

"Brother Milo, that kid David is dead, right?" One of the minions asked Milo on the passenger's seat while driving.

"Are we going to pass there?" Milo said, "Now, the cops must have discovered him. We can check later if he's dead or not."

Sitting at the backseat, Rowdy frowned impatiently after hearing this, and he ordered. "Be more careful in the future. Don't get into any unnecessary troubles."

"Yes!" Milo nodded respectfully and then explained. "The situation last night was special. We left quickly after handling David."

At this time, the car turned, and Milo smiled and pointed outside the windows. "We handled the kid here yesterday. Hey, the cops found him."

At this time on the hillside beside the road, the police cordoned off a place and were examing the crime scene.

Rowdy was initially not interested in this kind of things, but when the car turned, he glimpsed a slim and tall figure out of the corner of his eye.

"Slower!"

He suddenly screamed and kicked the back of the driver's seat. The young man hurriedly slowed down the car and asked reverently, "Mr. Kent, what happened?"

Rowdy did not answer. He lowered the window and turned around to look for the figure he saw.

It was not hard to find her. As he expected, as long as she dared to reappear in his sights, he could find her in a second.

There were a lot of police stations on the hillside, but only two women among them. One was the criminal police, and the other was her. Wearing white gloves and kneeling beside the body, she was carefully examining the body. The autumn sun shone through the tall canopy and scattered on her, making her look more beautiful and charming.

Although the car slowed down, it quickly passed the crime scene.

The young man driving did not dare to speed up so he asked carefully, "Mr. Kent, what happened? Shall I pull over?"

Rowdy put his slender fingers upon his lips, and after contemplating for a while, he suddenly laughed and said to himself, "How can I forget?"

Milo had long reminded him that it was easier to find the woman if they knew what she did.

At that time, he had been looking for the woman for half a month. She was as undetectable as an invisible person. He was so furious that he almost went out of control. All he did at that time was losing his temper, and he even forgot that she had said that she was a medical examiner.

In a small city like Arlington, how many female medical examiners were there?

This time, she could no longer slip through his fingers.

It was the first time that Rowdy had laughed in more than a month, but Milo felt creepy. "Mr. Kent, we'll work harder to find that woman as soon as possible..."

"No need. I found the woman."

Rowdy put his hands under the back of his head. He stretched his body and slouched on the back seat of the car. The smile on the corners of his lips was real.

Milo and the driver stared at each other blandly, and they thought the same. "Hell!"

Rowdy used to be one of the targets of Interpol. He spent almost every day in a state of nervousness. There were few times when he sat so comfortably and smiled so happily.

That woman actually changed him.

They did not know if the woman was lucky or unfortunate.

Joanne, who was still examining the body on the spot, did not know that Rowdy had targeted her. She told the squad the death time, which was about between two to four this morning. Moreover, this was the first crime scene, and she also knew the fatal injuries and weapons the murderer used.

At this time, Hannah also found information on the owner of the body: David Hampshire, orphan, unemployed, suspected of engaging in illegal activities. Moreover, he died mysteriously.

It was another tricky murder case.

Until the afternoon, when they were about to get off work, Captain Turner found that David's death might be related to a person named Milo. Evidence showed that Milo and David had been together earlier this morning. Milo was under high suspicion, but there was no direct evidence to prove that Milo killed him.

The police could only have Milo in the police station to "assist their investigation" while checking his background information, but they found nothing.

After Milo came to the police station, he was not very cooperative. He admitted meeting with David in the early morning but said that he left after 1 a.m. After that, he did not know what happened to David.

The police did not have the exact evidence to detain Milo, so they could only restrict him from leaving Arlington and also let him call someone to bail him.

Hannah asked Joanne, "Do you think the man is the murderer?"

Joanne shook her head. "Before finding conclusive evidence, based on the presumption of innocence, we cannot deem a person guilty."

Hannah shook her head and sighed. Before she finished her sigh, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she excitedly grabbed Joanne's hand. "Look at the door! Quickly look at the door! God, I'm going to faint. He can probably beat your Mr. Brian when it comes to looks!"

Joanne looked out of the door. At first glance, she only thought that the man looked familiar, but after remembering who he was, she had the chills.

It was because of that man's gaze.

He looked at her, but his smiling eyes were like a cold-blooded poisonous snake, sticking out his poisoning tongue to her.

Joanne did not want to be recognized, so she looked away and got ready to leave the office. However, the man's voice rang behind her. "Miss Scott."

She froze-He recognized her.

Rowdy walked to Joanne and was going to reach his hand out to lift Joanne's chin. "Your name is Joanne."

Joanne dodged his hand. "I don't know you."

"But I have been looking for you for so long." Rowdy approached Joanne, "I said I'd find you."

"This is the police station, and you can't just come in." Joanne said coldly, "If you have no business here, please leave immediately."

Rowdy scanned the entire office. "Actually, I don't like this place either, but today, you called me to come here."

Another police station came over, and then Joanne knew that the man was here to post bail for Milo.

"Is he related to a murder suspect?

"Sure enough, he's not a good man!"

Noticing the disgust in Joanne's eyes, Rowdy was not angry. Anyway, he was not a good man, indeed. He smiled and followed the police station to sign the papers and post the bail.

At the same time, Hannah hastily stopped Joanne. "Do you know that handsome guy?"

"I've met him once, but I don't know him."

Joanne went back to the office to get her stuff, and finally left the office in a hurry, but did not expect to be stopped by Rowdy just outside the office.

He reached out to her. "I'm Rowdy. You know my name now?"

Joanne said coldly, "I'm not interested in you."

"Are you?" Chilling smiles gradually spread across Rowdy's eyes. "But I'm very interested in you."

At this time, Joanne's mobile phone slightly vibrated. She checked and found it was a text from Brian-He had already arrived at the police station.

She put away the phone. "I told you that I'm married."

Rowdy shrugged as if he did not care about it and approached her, whispering, "I don't mind you're married."

Joanne found him so repelling that she almost vomited, so she said the following words one by one, "But I find a pervert repelling!"

She walked past Rowdy and fled the office.

Standing beside Rowdy, Milo was stunned. "Brother, is that the woman you've been looking for?"

"Find her husband." Rowdy snorted coldly. "Marrying my woman? He's courting death!"

Milo couldn't help but tremble. "I'll find him as soon as I get back!"

The two walked out of the police station and saw Joanne get on a car and close the door. The vehicle quickly started and drove into the rush hour traffic.

Milo looked at the car's badge and blinked his eyes. "Aston Martin ONE77, Brother, I'm afraid he's not an ordinary guy."

Rowdy watched the Aston Martin ONE77 drive out of his sight, hands in both pockets. Nevertheless, he smiled more widely. "It'll be fun."

If her husband was just an ordinary guy, he would lose the fun of stealing Joanne away from him.

But now, it was fun.