Chapter 266: Chapter 268

Chapter 268

Vicky opened her mouth to explain but decided against it in the end.” Nothing. I’m just here to help with

the investigation. I don’t want to keep you away from what you’re doing. I should go now.”

She turned to leave when Mister Kirby spoke again. “Is this because of what happened to Sheila

Young?’

She paused and turned around to look at the playful smirk on his face.

“It’s been the talk of the town and I’ve overheard some details.”

She nodded, not wanting to say too much. ‘Yeah. I’m here because of that.”

Mister Kirby remained standing and started chatting with her.

“I’ve seen all the theories on the internet,” he said casually with one hand in his pocket. “It’s ridiculous

to accuse you of murder over a piece of clothing. Let’s put why Sheila didn’t notice that her outfit was

damaged until the moment she was in the water. If damages to clothing count as murder, all those

sellers at flea markets should be called murderers as well. II

He shot her a smile and said, “If you are capable of killing with clothes, you can pretty much kill anyone

you want, no? That way, you should become the best assassin in this city in no time.”

Vicky had felt slightly disheartened earlier but felt much better listening to how Mister Kirby defended

her in a joking manner.

Feeling moved that someone was willing to believe her at such a time, she smiled at him earnestly.

“Thank you.”

Mister Kirby lifted an eyebrow. “I haven’t done anything for you, so why are you thanking me?”

Before she could say anything, he continued, “Well, I can’t take your gratitude for granted. I guess I’ll

have to do something to deserve it.’

He turned to the officers and said, “I’m her friend. I guess I can get her out, right?’

The officers gaped at him and muttered, “Sure, but…”

“If that’s the case, file the paperwork for it,” Mister Kirby said with a smile.

“Mister Kirby…’

He turned to look at her with his dark eyes. “Let’s just get you out first.”

She remained quiet for a few seconds before nodding. “Okay.”

Meanwhile, in a certain office, Harry knocked on the door and went inside to find Tyler standing in front

of the window with a lit cigarette between his fingers. His figure and his expressionless look were

reflected on the glass.

“Mister Hart,” Harry said. “Miss Young’s condition has stabilized, and the movie crew has decided to

terminate their contract with Miss Shaw.

They’re about to release an official statement. Should we…”

“Let them be,” Tyler said coldly. “Since she’d rather be condemned by all, be locked up in her room,

and even lose the contract with the crew than obey me, I don’t suppose she needs any help.”

Harry hesitated for a moment before continuing, “Mister Hart, not long ago, Miss Shaw was taken away

by the police for questioning. I heard that there was a new witness… Without someone to release her

on parole, she’d be locked up.”

Tyler looked with a scowl. “When did this happen?”

“This morning.’

Harry had also just caught news of it and came to report to Tyler after investigating every detail.

Tyler walked over to his desk and glanced at his phone.

Nothing. Not a call or even a single text message.

His lips curled into a sneer. ‘She wants to be stubborn, right? Leave her be and let her rot in there.”