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Chapter 10: She told the truth

Penulis: Ethan Choi
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The sun climbed over the skyline, casting long shadows across New York’s bustling streets. Jonathan adjusted his tie nervously as he paced outside Alexander’s office. The investigation into the hit-and-run had taken most of the night, but they finally had results—results that pointed to Miss Alvarez’s innocence. He knew Alexander well enough to understand how his boss hated being wrong, especially when it involved personal matters. He clutched a folder containing the results of a night-long investigation that finally shed light on the hit-and-run incident.

With a steadying breath, Jonathan knocked on the door and entered. Alexander was standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, his hands tucked into his pockets, a cold morning light casting shadows across his sharp features.

“Sir,” Jonathan began, holding out a folder, “we’ve identified the other vehicle involved in the incident. It belongs to Veronica Taylor, wife of Henry Taylor.”

Alexander’s brow furrowed. “Veronica Taylor?”

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