"Did Jacob find the woman at the party?" Rita asked excitedly. "Ask Jacob to bring her here. I have so many questions."
No matter how agitated she was, Liam remained nonchalant.
He looked at her with his head titled. Then he gave a wicked smile and said, "If you want to see that woman, call Jacob yourself."
Rita was too angry to fire back.
She looked at the hateful man, her mouth twitching.
Suddenly, Liam got up.
'Is he going?'
Rita rushed to follow. "Liam Wilson, haven't you always wanted to find out who killed Joey?"
"I'll find out." He glanced at the stubborn woman and walked out smiling.
What he meant was clear. He would find the murderer sooner or later, but it had nothing to do with her.
Watching him leave, Rita gritted her teeth.
'This is a personal vendetta! He is deliberately making things difficult for me!'
She glared at him, but as he went farther and farther, she hurriedly ran after him.
Her high–heels clattered on the ground.
Hearing the sounds of footsteps, Liam gave a small charming smile. When sunshine spilled on his chiseled face, he looked even more handsome.
Liam did not wait for her. He walked through the courtyard to his luxury car.
He got in, glanced at the woman who had caught up, and was going to close the door.
"Wait!"
Rita stopped him, holding the car door firmly.
Then, she got into the car swiftly and sat next to him. "Where are you going? Let's go together."
"Who's going with you? Get out!" Liam said disdainfully.
But as if she didn't hear him, she comfortably put her leg on the front seat central armrest and said, "Driver, start the car!"
The driver looked through the rearview mirror at Liam's gloomy face, dared not to even move, let alone start the car.
If he started the car now, he would be in big trouble.
He wouldn't dare.
The atmosphere in the car was awkward.
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