Chapter 3

A young man in a patient gown quickly walked out of the room.

"You're Leo Hayes, Chloe's assistant?"

I sized up the man before me. I had to admit, my fiancée's taste was pretty good.

Over six feet tall, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, handsome and composed.

"Are you having a change of heart, planning to turn yourself in?"

"Hold it!"

Before I could finish speaking, Leo impatiently raised a hand to interrupt.

"I didn't hit anyone, so why would I turn myself in?"

Before I could react, Leo suddenly pointed at me.

"Alex! You murderer!"

At that, I was stunned.

"It was you! Relying on being Chloe's fiancé, you disregarded the law, drunk drove, and killed that poor homeless man!"

Hearing this, I suddenly understood. This guy had planned it all along, to make me take the blame for him.

"Leo, you're quite good at framing someone, aren't you?"

Then, I suddenly changed my tone, my voice chilling a few degrees.

"However, I'm curious to ask, you say I hit the person, do you have any proof?"

Leo raised an eyebrow at me, a smirk of schadenfreude on his face.

"You want proof, huh?"

"There are so many people around, can't they all testify for me?"

As he spoke, he pulled out his phone in front of me.

"Hello, Officer Miller? This is Chloe's personal assistant. I was hoping you could do me a favor. It's nothing major, just accidentally hit someone after drinking tonight, and I was wondering if you could delete the road surveillance footage."

The other end of the line stammered, not speaking for a long time.

"Ten million. I've already transferred it to your account."

"Alright... but don't let it happen again!"

Hanging up, Leo grinned at me.

"So, Mr. Harrington, can we talk properly now?"

I had to admit, Leo's methods were far more sophisticated than Chloe's.

With his series of actions, I was practically cemented as the killer.

"Tell me, how do you want to talk?"

Leo pulled up a chair and sat opposite me, looking remarkably confident.

"Mr. Harrington, you now have two choices."

"Either you obediently sign the confession and receive compensation from Peterson Holdings afterward."

"Or I call the police right now, and you won't get a single penny!"

I looked at him with interest and retorted:

"Aren't you afraid I'll recant my testimony in court?"

The assistant smiled confidently at me.

"You don't need to worry about that, Mr. Harrington. Since I have a way to delete the surveillance footage, I also have a way to make the judge believe you were the one who hit the person."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but applaud.

"Since you've put it that way, it seems I only have one path left: to sign, right?"

"However..."

I deliberately drew out the sound, changing my tone.

"Before that, you'll have to allow me to make a phone call first."

"No!"

Chloe, standing nearby, seemed to detect something amiss in my smile.

"Alex, get your facts straight!"

"Our offering you a choice is a courtesy, not a negotiation!"

I ignored her, pulling out my phone from my pocket in front of all the shareholders present.

"Chloe, this call I'm making isn't to anyone else, but to your father, Richard!"