Freya carefully scrutinized the man in front of her. He was a man in his thirties, wearing glasses with gold frames. He looked handsome and spirited, quite pleasing to the eye.

"How should I address you?"

"Watts," the man replied indifferently.

Freya nodded. "I'd like to ask, Dr. Watts, besides the five wounds on the body, did you find anything unusual?"

"Are you referring to the bruises on her body?"

Dr. Watts was somewhat surprised by Freya's inquiry.

"Yes," Freya replied gravely. "In addition to the bruises, there were residues found in her mouth, indicating that something had been forced into her. Have you sent these residues for analysis?"

Upon hearing this, Dr. Watts was even more astonished. Why would a fashion designer like her have such deep knowledge of medical matters?

He scrutinized Freya deeply and asked, "Do you understand medicine?"

"Just a little. Please forgive my ignorance. The deceased was my subordinate, and I have the right to request a thorough investigation into her true cause of death and to bring those responsible for harming her to justice."

"Miss Lawson, please rest assured. My duty is to present the truth to the public and assist the police in solving the case. We will not let any culprit go unpunished," Dr. Watts said, then instructed his assistant to send the collected samples for analysis.

After signing the death notification, Freya was asked by the police to accompany them to the station.

Freya waved her hand. "If you have any questions, you can contact me by phone. I will do my utmost to assist in the investigation. If it's really necessary to go, let my friend accompany you."

She didn't want to visit the police station twice in one day; it was ominous.

Moreover, Lily's sudden death raised many suspicions, and she needed to investigate thoroughly. She couldn't waste time lingering at the police station.

After obtaining Dr. Watts' phone number, Freya turned to leave.

At that moment, the police officer beside her received a phone call and his expression changed abruptly.

He looked at Freya, who was already walking away, and said to his subordinate, "Hurry up and go, apprehend that woman and bring her back to the station."

This sudden turn of event caught everyone off guard.

Several police officers followed the order and intercepted Freya's path.

"Miss Lawson, Officer Chambers invites you to accompany us to the police station. Please cooperate."

Freya frowned deeply, a sense of foreboding creeping into her heart.

She shrugged, ready to act, when suddenly, she felt something hard against the back of her head.

"Someone reported that you intentionally killed someone. Take her away!"

…

The police station.

Freya looked at the familiar scene, feeling helpless.

Less than twelve hours had passed, and she was back here again!

She remembered what Officer Chambers had said earlier, accusing her of intentionally killing someone?

Whom had she killed?

Rubbing her forehead, she recalled Lily's cause of death. Could it be...

With this thought, Freya's face turned grim.

These people were ruthless in their attempts to kill her; they even targeted her friends.

She had arranged for people to take care of Lily's grandmother and child a few days ago, hoping to prevent them from being harmed again, but she hadn't expected Lily to meet with such a bad luck.

Now that Lily was dead, what would happen to her 80-year-old grandmother and her child in first grade?

For a moment, Freya's heart was filled with complex emotions.

If Lily's death was indeed related to her, then even if she wasn't the main culprit, she was an accomplice in leading her to death.

"Knock, knock!"

The sound of knocking on the door brought her wandering thoughts back to reality.

Freya raised her gaze and saw Officer Chambers pushed the door open. He was accompanied by a female police officer.

"Miss Lawson."

Freya's eyes were cold as she said faintly, "Officer Chambers, what is this about?"

"Just an hour ago, an anonymous phone call came in, saying that they were ordered by you to commit the crime. Now they have come to the police station to surrender, all of whom have accused you of being the mastermind behind the scenes. We are now detaining you, and please cooperate in answering our questions."

Freya sneered, "I instructed someone to commit a crime?"

"Whether it's you or not, all the evidence now points to you, and you are the prime suspect."

Officer Chambers finished speaking and said in a deep voice, "Name."

"What do you mean, don't you already know?" Freya retorted.

Hearing this, Officer Chambers slammed the table heavily. "Name, answer me."

"Freya Lawson."

The female police officer beside her began recording, jotting down every word she said.

"Occupation."

Freya lost her patience and couldn't be bothered to answer.

Officer Chambers wasn't as amiable as before; his expression was extremely serious. "I hope Miss Lawson can answer each of my questions seriously. It's my duty, so please cooperate."

"I didn't kill anyone."

"I'm asking for your occupation."

Freya clenched her fists and said coldly, "I need to make a phone call."

Officer Chambers's expression had already turned grim. He had never encountered such a difficult suspect.

Was she unable to understand human language?

He had accused her of intentional homicide, yet she remained calm and even talked about conditions with him?

He had heard that she had visited the police station during the day, on account of a group fight. However, a mysterious figure had intervened to protect her and invited her in for tea.

But this was the investigation team, and she was now involved in a murder case, which made the situation even more serious.

Once the evidence was established, she would be going to prison.

"Once in court, Miss Lawson, you can request a lawyer for defense, but for now, you're suspected of intentional homicide. We have to detain you criminally. As for your family, our investigation team will inform them."

Freya sneered, "Are you trying to force a confession out of me?"

"…"

Officer Chambers's mouth twitched. "Miss Lawson, it seems you have strong opinions about this case. Then let the witness confront you face to face!"

Ten minutes later.

A man in handcuff was brought in. Freya scrutinized him carefully. She didn't recognize him at all, making sure they had no prior connection.

"Was it you who reported me?"

Freya's gaze turned cold, but her words sounded indifferent.

Most people would be trembling with fear in this situation, but she remained calm, as if they were just chatting.

"Miss Lawson, I'm sorry. It's my first time committing murder, and I was terrified. We've refunded the money, every penny of the 7 million dollars."

The stubbled man spoke.

Hearing this, Freya's smile grew wider.

She didn't know this man at all, and yet he claimed to have committed murder. It seemed he had been bought off.

She raised an eyebrow and looked at him coldly. "You said I offered you fifty million to commit murder. How did you receive the payment?"

"Snap, SnapChat."

"Oh?" Freya's interest was piqued. "Show me your payment records."

The stubbled man glanced at Officer Chambers beside him with an ambiguous look in his eyes. He said, "I was worried about exposure, so I deleted them."

"No problem. Bring me your phone; I can help you recover all the data."

"I don't have the phone on me."

Freya chuckled and glanced at Officer Chambers. "Please bring his phone here. If you want to accuse me of murder, you'll need evidence. Relying on a few people's words to convict me would be too hasty, wouldn't it?"