Novel & Cerita Janine Sherlock

Natalie nodded and said, “Ah! I just remembered. You guys just came to be interns in Huahe Hospital this week. I applied for medical leave this week, so it makes sense that you don’t know me.” “What do you mean? How do you know that we’re only assigned to Huahe Hospital this week?” “Take a guess!” Janine could not guess. One of the socialites nudged her and then asked uncertainly, “Are you that Dr. Snowden?” “I guess I am…” With this sentence, Janine’s arrogant face fell immediately. Dr. Snowden? Was she the most beautiful and well-known doctor in the hospital? The one that was the most talented aside from Director Quinton?

Her intentions were obvious. "My uncle also discovered medical records indicating she had sought treatment for a severely injured finger—the timing matched one of Jasper's missions. "Finally, when Jasper returned to the country, she, too, returned to Solana City silently. Everything alludes to her being the White Dove." Wide-eyed, Sheryl started sucking up to Justin immediately. "Mr. Dutton's investigative skills are unparalleled!" While Justin had his back turned on Sheryl and Remy, the graceful expression on his face was replaced with an extremely dark look the moment he heard that remark. It was as if he had become an entirely different person.

Mrs Johnson found out from him that her husband and her son were not at home. In the meantime, at Sandra's apartment, Zane was knocking at the door. Sandra opened the door and said, "Who are you looking for?" Zane smiled and replied, "Miss Sandra, I'm Detective Zane investigating Serene's miscarriage, do you mind if I come in?" Sandra became pale and said, "why are you investigating Serene's miscarriage since it was an accident?"

She asked squinting her eyes, the British accent rolling off her tongue impeccably, I gently took out my ID card from my pocket and showed it to her. “Janelle Hughes, Detective from Oak land district, I’d like to speak to you about the death of your boss,” I replied formally as I tucked my card back into my pocket, she gently stood up from the pool, picked up a small transparent scarf from a chair nearby and slowly knotted it on her waist. “Detective?! Why are the detectives suddenly visiting this case, after weeks?!” She asked sharply, her dark green orb piercing deep through my eyes, “I’m sorry we took so long to find you, and now that we have, we’d like to get justice for your boss,” I re

She wasn’t buying it. “This is ridiculous, can we just get on with the debrief?” I wanted to ask if they could all leave so I could talk with Alex alone, but I knew I’d catch even more shit if that happened. “Tell us about the culprit.” “ Jasmine,” I said. Liz’s eyes widened in surprise as if she could figure it all out just in the way I said her name. It was unsettling but I ignored her and kept talking. “ Jasmine of Womack, Idaho. She lived with her mother Layla Dubois and two sisters, Sapphire and Sage. By day she worked at their family restaurant Layla Vous and by night she was our firewall breeching vigilante.”

"Is it a crime now to help people? Uhn? Is using his phone not enough proof? Or do you think a conscious person would allow a female stranger to call his brother? And you call yourself a detective, how exactly do you think?" Jared was taken aback as he was surprised that she knew his name since Asher saved his number as brother. He was also surprised that she knew he was a detective. "Who are you and how do you know who I am?" "Why do you people make me repeat things, uhn? Didn't I tell you I'm Josie Maran? Are you going to come here and carry your brother or sit there and ask me questions." "Alright. I'm on my way."

Tillie's eyes sparkled after she heard my words, "How did you know we were acting?" I pointed at her bangs, asking, "Where did you get your hair done?" Hearing my words, Tillie immediately came to a realization, "Ah! Yes!" She looked at me in surprise, "Janetta, aren't you so god-like that you can even perceive such a tiny detail? You are Sherlock Holmes!" "Ha." I curled up the corner of my lips, "Women who check whether their men have cheated on them are all Sherlock Holmes." Tillie couldn't help laughing at my words, "Janetta, you are so funny."

“To solve this case, I have chosen one of my top undercover officers. She will be here in a few minutes. We will find your daughter.” A knock on the door interrupted them. “Come in,” the chief said. As the door cracked open, a woman confidently walked inside, dressed in black leather pants and sporting a stylish brown jacket. Her golden hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, and her keen amber eyes immediately locked onto the couple. The chief introduced her to the grieving couple. “Mr. Singh, this is our officer, Janet Corrigan.” Janet shook hands with the man, then turned to the woman, who was sobbing uncontrollably. “Please calm down. I’ll do my best to find your daughter.” Janet rubb

she said. She scrolled the screen, her face tight. "Yes, that's what I told Marge and Harv. I have a list of their dealers and suppliers and their route." She kept my phone and poked buttons as I drove. Stopping, her finger ran over the screen, a tear formed at the edge of her eye. She wiped it off, put the phone on the seat, and stared out the windshield. I sensed more, "And?" Jade took a deep breath. "I've witnessed three murders--executions, and I know where the bodies are buried. Jack, I can bring them all down."

From then on, he knew that this woman was not as innocent as she seemed. Her mind is very deep. She is full of lies, good at disguising and flattering. Grandma was deceived by her appearance before she was poisoned. If time could turn back, he would never have a relationship with such a vicious woman. Rachel West hurriedly made it to the set before seven o'clock. At this time, Linda Park was being served by three or five staff. She rubbed her sore forehead and hurriedly went to Linda Park to report her arrival, but Linda Park suddenly threw a glass of water on her face unceremoniously when she arrived in front of her.