On the way back home, Atwood got a phone call.
It was relevant to Lindsay, so he wondered if he should inform Stanford or not.
Stanford slightly frowned, “Go ahead.”
Finally, Atwood said honestly, “Lindsay said she has something to tell you.” Then he added, “I received
a call earlier. It should be that Lindsay has promised the person some benefits, so the person called
me.”
“What does she want to tell me?” Stanford asked in a cold tone.
“She said she wants to tell you in person,” said Atwood honestly.
He guessed Lindsay had asked someone to call him instead of Stanford because she was afraid
Stanford wouldn’t give her a chance to speak. Stanford would definitely hang up the phone. Hence, she
told the person his number.
“I won’t go to see her.” Stanford didn’t want to see such a vicious woman at all.
He regretted that he hadn’t found it earlier so that she had the chance to commit crimes.
Stanford knew what she wanted - she tried her best efforts to contact him just because she was afraid
of death and wanted to live.
Atwood stammered, “Well... The person who called me said it’s something relevant to Mrs. James.”
Lindsay seemed to know Stanford well. She knew that he wouldn’t meet her so easily, so she told him
something that interested him the most so that he could go to see her.
Stanford squinted.
Atwood still tried to convince Stanford, not for Lindsay but it was because they had worked together for
so many years. Even if they were pet dogs, they had feelings, let alone they were human beings, “Isn’t
it said that men speak kindly in the presence of death?”
“Ho ho,” Stanford sneered, “Even if she dies, she wouldn’t be kind.”
Lindsay could try to kill someone again and again. She had already lost her conscience. If she were still
a bit humane, she wouldn’t have done it for the second time.
Besides, after she had killed Amanda, she didn’t feel regretful at all. She even faked as if nothing had
happened.
How could such a woman be kind?
“Okay. Just ignore her then.” Atwood changed his mind pretty quickly and echoed Stanford.
Stanford said no, “I want to see what on earth she wants to change,” he said,
Atwood blinked, “Okay. I’ll arrange it for you.”
Stanford cast him a glance, feeling that Atwood was eager to visit Lindsay, “Atwood, is the girl you have
a crush on Lindsay Leroy?” he asked.
Atwood gaped.
The subject was changed way too quickly.
He even didn’t know how to react.
“I... How can I have a crush on her?” Atwood denied it, “I just feel that we’ve worked together for a long
time. In the end, I want to give her a chance to speak. I truly don’t have a crush on her.
Stanford put one hand in his pocket and cast him a casual glance, “Really?”
“Of course,” Atwood explained, “I just treat her as my coworker and friend. I don’t have any other
feelings for her.”
“You are way too excited. I’m just asking.” Stanford sat on the chair, “You may leave now.”
Atwood looked up at him and then remained expressionless. He said, “Okay. Shall I arrange for you to
meet her?”
Stanford hummed indifferently.
In the afternoon of the next day, Stanford appeared in the police station again.
He was still in the same room as the last time. Lindsay had the handcuffs on her wrists. She had lost a
lot of weight and looked extremely haggard. When seeing Stanford, her lifeless eyes suddenly lit up.
She wanted to stand up from the chair, but the policemen pressed her to stop her.
She seemed to have forgotten how determined Stanford was last time. She called him excitedly,
“Stanford!”
Stanford looked annoyed. It seemed that he was pissed by the way she address him.
“I know you still care about me.” Lindsay’s eyes were reddened, “Can you save me from here, please?”
She couldn’t continue staying here any longer. In her room, all her roommates bullied her. She was
alone and couldn’t fight against them at all.
“Is that what you want to tell me by requesting to see me?” Stanford asked in a cold tone.
Lindsay pinched the hemline of her uniform and stared at him with her tearful eyes, “For the sake of our
former relationship, can’t you do it?”
“Our former relationship? I can’t figure out what kind of relationship we use to have. If that’s what you
want to tell me, I have no interest at all.” Stanford was about to stand up.
Lindsay was panicked. She blurted out, “Amanda Nelson is still alive!”
She didn’t have the evidence, but she was certain Simona was Amanda. Otherwise, she couldn’t figure
out who else would have set her up.
According to what Simona spoke to her that day, she could tell that Simona had known things that had
happened in the past.
However, only a few people had known about that matter. Besides, Simona had just returned from
abroad.
Hence, Lindsay believed that Amanda hadn’t died. She returned to avenge.
Stanford’s heart fluctuated. However, he still had a cold look, “Oh? Who is she then?” he asked.
“Save me out of here. I’ll tell you,” Lindsay finally told him about her purpose.
That was what Stanford had expected.
He looked at Lindsay calmly, curling his lips up slightly, “Do you want to tell me Simona Flores is she?”
Lindsay widened her eyes suddenly, “Have you known it?”
Stanford snorted, “Since you’ve suspected, how can’t I notice it?”
Lindsay shook her head at loss, “No...”
She wanted to deny it but it seemed that Stanford wouldn’t buy it no matter what she said now.
Besides, it seemed that he had known everything.
Lindsay realized that she didn’t have any bargaining chip to ask him to save her out.
“Stanford...” she called his name again.
“Shut up!”
Stanford was pissed by her, “Don’t ever call my name again. You sickened me!”
He stood up, tidying up his cuffs that were not messy, “I came to see you just to watch you present all
your bargaining chips but still fail to leave here!”
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