Chapter 58 He Really Killed Someone Before
Chapter 58 He Really Killed Someone Before
Seeing Ada’s face just now, Janice was almost scared to death! When she saw Ada in the car last time,
she thought she had run into a ghost. At that time, she was so frightened that her eyes were almost
popping out of her eye sockets.
Thinking of this, Janice suddenly patted her head and stood up from the sofa.
Yes, it was not the first time she had met Ada who was alive. She saw a person "resurrected from the
dead" twice in a row. It shouldn’t be that she saw it wrong.
"Marcus, maybe someone is pretending to be the ghost!" Janice cleared her throat and said sternly.
"Why do you say that?" Marcus' face was stern. He frowned.
Janice told him about seeing Ada in the car that day. Meanwhile, she also told him her guess.
Marcus was lost in thought. He pulled a long face, which looked so gloomy.
After a moment, he squinted his eyes. Then he became gentle as usual.
"Janice, don't tell anyone about this matter for the time being, including other people in the family. I will
send someone to investigate it myself."
"Okay." Janice agreed without hesitation.
Since he would let someone investigate this matter, it meant that someone was indeed playing tricks.
As long as it was intentional, there was nothing to be afraid of.
Janice finally felt relieved. She took a long sigh of relief and sat back on the sofa.
Hearing her answer, Marcus smiled unconsciously, and said softly, "Thank you for your trust in me."
There was a bright smile on Janice's pretty face. She replied, "Never mind. You’re my husband."
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly realized how could she call him husband so naturally
in front of him?
"I'm going to the bathroom." Janice made an excuse and ran away from the man with blushing face.
Marcus squinted his eyes slightly. The smile on his face deepened. His sharp face became unusually
soft.
Thinking of the "husband" that she just blurted out, Janice felt like there was butterfly in her heart.
After a while, her heartbeat finally returned to normal, and then she walked back to Marcus.
"Janice, why have you been there for so long? I’m a little worried about you." Marcus’ eyes were full of
smiles.
She felt shy and then quickly changed the subject, "Marcus, who do you think is pretending to be Ada?"
Hearing that, Marcus' face sank. A cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "We will know it
soon."
"Could it be that you already knew it?"
"No. I mean that he would definitely leave traces as long as it was him who did these." Marcus said
firmly.
Janice pursed her lips, nodded, and plucked up the courage to ask, "So it was others who deliberately
framed you and said you killed someone, but actually, you didn't kill anyone, did you?"
Marcus looked down. His chin was clearly outlined by the shadows, then he said solemnly, "My family
said that I have intermittent amnesia. It may be that I killed someone when I was amnesia."
What? Did he really kill someone?
Even if he killed someone when he was not him, he couldn't change the fact that he was the murderer.
Janice was stunned on the spot. Her fair face turned pale. She felt chill. Then she couldn't help but
shuddered. She opened her mouth, but she couldn't say a word.
"However, I haven't undergone relevant examinations, so I don't know how they figured out that I have
this disease." Marcus sneered.
Janice breathed a sigh of relief for an instant, and comforted him, "The truth will come to light sooner or
later."
"Mrs. Clinton, you’re right." His voice was low. It sounded even more sexy and sultry.
Janice was blushed suddenly. She just smiled without saying a word.
Having experienced so many things today, both of them felt exhausted physically and mentally. They
fell asleep early after taking a shower.
However, the ghost matter made the people in the Clinton’s sleepless. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.
After the dinner, Charles stayed in the living room of the main house. He asked servants to turn on the
lights in all corners of the house, trying to find the suspicious people hidden in the house.
"Mr. Clinton, we searched everywhere but we didn't find anyone who was suspicious." The servant bent
slightly and reported to him.
"Check again!" Charles frowned, with dissatisfaction and sullen anger on his face.
He wanted to know who dared to pretend to be a ghost in the Clinton’s!
At this time, another servant trotted to him and said with a flustered expression on his face, "Mr.
Clinton, a policeman was outside and said that someone called the police and reported that there was
a ghost haunting in the Clinton’s."
Charles' face sank. Then he asked sharply, "Who called the police?"
"The police said that the other party did not tell him the name, so he came to ask about the situation."
"Let him in." Charles ordered, but he frowned more tightly.
When he saw the policeman, he hurried up and told the policeman the story in detail.
The policeman frowned and said in a deep voice, "Please give me the guest list."