Convenient Marriage: Mr. Nelson's Love Trap novel Chapter 904

Atwood opened the door and walked in.

Marlon stood up, “It seems that Mr. James didn't want to ask me anything. Then I'll leave.”

Stanford didn't say anything, and Marlon took it as approval.

After Marlon went out, Atwood asked, “What did he say?”

“What’s the result of what I asked you to check?” Stanford James skipped the question. Now he wants to know whether Simona Flores is related to her.

Atwood shook his head, “The information I found is basically the same as her resume.”

Nothing else can be found.

“The same?” Stanford obviously didn't believe it. He narrowed his eyes. “You and I will go to the police department.”

With his eyes looking down, Atwood did not ask any more, and said yes.

They left the company. While Atwood was driving, he kept looking at Stanford in the rearview mirror, wondering what would the man told him in the office.

Amanda really did not commit suicide?

So how did she die?

“Mr. James, who is that man?” Atwood asked.

Stanford’s expression was cold, and his eyes were filled with unnoticeable great anger.

He slowly raised his head, “Do you think she will commit suicide?”

Atwood didn't grasp the meaning of his words for an instant, but he quickly realized what Stanford was referring to.

For so long, this has always been a taboo, and no one dared to mention it to him.

But at the moment, he mentioned it because of that man?

He thought for a while, “I don't know.”

He really didn’t know.

“I used to think that it was because of me. I hurt her so much...”

Speaking of this, his voice got choked, “Atwood Barret, I regret it.”

Atwood pursed his lips. He knew that, and he knew all his pain this year.

Once something is done, it cannot be remedied.

He also had said that it is better to let it go.

But at that time, he didn’t value anything.

All he had ever wanted is revenge.

At the moment, he had everything, but he wasn’t happy anymore.

There was no smile on his face again.

There is no regret drug in the world.

“It's over. Just let go.” Atwood comforted.

He can only think of such a sentence. What’s done is done and there’s no way back.

The car stopped in front of the police department.

Atwood got out of the car and open the car door for him. But when he walked to the car door, Stanford had already pushed the car door open, and his weakness in the car was gone. He looked very indifferent at the moment.

Atwood said, “I called before.”

He left a faint hum, “Let's go.”

Atwood walked beside him and stepped in.

Atwood had used his connection in advance, so they didn’t need a lot of tedious procedures. And a meeting had been arranged soon.

In the interview room of the police department, there was no one in the room but the officers guarding the door, and Lindsay Leroy in handcuffs.

Seeing Stanford come to visit her, her eyes were red with excitement.