Goodbye You Never Loved Me novel (Martha and Stefan) novel Chapter 305

Chapter 305 No, I don't know him

Three days later, the Doyle Group.

At this time, Martha was dealing with the planning of Headow Complex, but suddenly her thoughts were interrupted by an ear-splitting ring.

She took a look at her phone and saw clearly that it was a call from the prison.

When she thought of Hollie's escaping from prison, her eyes sank and she picked up the phone in her hand.

"Hello, this is Martha."

Martha's voice just fell, the police officer's strict voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Miss Doyle, I am Tommy working in the prison. We've worked out the investigation results of Hollie's case."

The woman in the office frowned slightly, her hand holding the phone unconsciously tightened, and she asked suspiciously, "What is the result?"

"Someone feigned a prison guard, and Hollie was released by that person."

As soon as the officer finished speaking, Martha asked impatiently, "What about Libby? Who killed her?"

"The same fake prison guard did it. Our forensic examiner has concluded Libby is killed by a kind of poison that is not available in the prison."

The officer's serious voice rang in Martha's ears, causing the latter.

The next second, her red lips lightly opened and she asked in a deep voice, "Who is that prison guard?"

"We checked the prison's records, and that watchman's information is false. Right now, there's no way to trace it."

The officer's voice had just fallen when Martha's cold voice came out of her red lips.

"No other information?"

"There's no news about that person yet."

The officer's serious voice came from the phone, causing Martha's face to darken.

Her eyebrows were knitted together and her mind was racing with thoughts.

Who would be able to enter and leave the prison so freely without leaving a single piece of information?

Somebody killed Libby to silence her, so how powerful could the person behind it be?

Soon, the officer's voice came again and interrupted Martha's thoughts.

"Miss Doyle, we will contact you again when we have relevant information."

The woman in the office's grip on the phone tightened again and asked in a deep voice.

"And do you have a picture of the prison guard?"

"Yes."

The police officer's answer this time did not disappoint Martha, who, upon hearing this, immediately said, "Can you send me a photo of that him, I want to be careful to watch out for it."

The police officer on the other side of the phone felt that Martha was right to think so, so he agreed to the latter's request.

Not long after hanging up the phone, Martha received some photos from the police officer.

The person in the photos was a man in his forties, and she was sure she hadn't seen this man before.

The man had a visible scar on his face, and she would have recognized this man if he was still in the city and she met him.

Only, would this man still be in this city?

And, who the hell was this man and why was he doing all this ...

Martha's eyes sank, and after putting down her phone, she stared blankly at the picture of the mysterious man on her phone.

Somehow, she always felt that this man was not yet the mastermind.

Why on earth would the person behind him want to do this, was he trying to put her to death?

She thought of her mother's death when she was a child and just felt that she was caught in a huge whirlwind.

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It was late afternoon, outside the kindergarten.