Chapter 941
941:
“These show your purchase of a military-style knife from an underground market. Date, time, price, and tax receipt are all clearly documented. This knife matches the one Kylee carried that day.”
Haven’s face drained of color, her jaw tightening as Linsey presented this damning evidence.
Even Kase, previously radiating irritation, now looked stunned. He turned to Haven, struggling to process her connection to Gorman’s death.
That Haven had played a role in such a vile act was bad enough. Her carelessness in leaving such clear evidence was beyond reckless.
Rage churned within Kase, barely contained.
Were it not for Linsey and Collin’s presence, he might have lashed out at Haven’s foolishness.
She really was a fool.
How had their family produced such a blatant fool?
Linsey, observing Haven’s and Kase’s reactions, pulled up another piece of evidence.
She said, “Three days before the incident, you sent Joanne to the prison on your behalf. You spent heavily to secure Kylee’s brief release, then met her yourself to hash out the details. That meeting happened right here in this restaurant. A staff member saw you and Kylee enter the same private room. Surveillance footage backs this up.”
A soft, almost taunting chuckle slipped from Linsey’s lips. “You took pains to disguise yourself. Black wool coat, hat, and mask. I nearly didn’t recognize you.”
Cold sweat now dotted Haven’s forehead.
Linsey’s evidence was airtight, rendering any defense feeble.
Lɒtєѕτ chɑρτєrs ιn g𝓪l𝑛ovє𝓁𝓈.𝑐𝓞𝓂
She stood powerless as Linsey methodically tore her apart.
“But you missed one thing,” Linsey went on, her tone smooth yet cutting. “Your earrings. They’re the latest from a luxury brand, sold at just three stores in Grester. Each keeps detailed buyer records. Besides you, only three other young women and one movie star in this city own them.”
Haven gave a bitter grin, her lips curling into a sarcastic twist. Her voice cracked with fury as she snapped, “So you’re completely sure it was me in that surveillance footage?”
Linsey responded smoothly, “Isn’t it strange? On that exact day, the movie star was overseas on a shoot, and those three young women were off jet-setting together, like they always do.”
She paused for emphasis before continuing, “I’m no specialist when it comes to jewelry, so I had no clue if the earrings were real or fake. That’s why I tracked down the original designer—the one who actually made them—to get some answers. And guess what? The woman in that restaurant footage was wearing the real thing.”
Haven’s breathing turned uneven, her chest rising and falling in sharp waves.
Her mind kept telling her that insisting any further was pointless.
Still, a fierce unwillingness to back down burned inside her.
Why did Linsey always end up ahead?
She had spent so long laying out every detail of her plan, only to collapse right before reaching the finish line—the most important step of all!
Why was it Linsey who came out unscathed that day? Why did everything seem to go her way?
“What’s the point of arguing at this stage? I’m not admitting to anything. Everything you’re saying is a lie! You’re making all of it up!”
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