Chapter 189 Is It You?
Roger was not surprised.
Before he came across this case, he had already investigated and found that in several previous cases, Rosalie always managed to escape using various methods, and even avoided imprisonment.
Rosalie’s umbrella was too big, and small quarrels and disputes did not pose a threat to her. Only when a big one came, was it possible for her to be taught a lesson.
“What evidence did Ms. Lloyd collect on her side? Please let me know so that I can consolidate it.”
Claudia nodded in satisfaction. She thought to herself that he truly deserved his reputation as a nationally renowned lawyer, as he immediately guessed what was on her mind.
“I have a lot of evidence on my side. I will gather them all tomorrow and give them to you.”
After finishing the conversation with Roger, she left with Derrick.
Walking out of the yard, Claudia stopped in her tracks and said to him, “Thank you for today. I have other things to do, so you can go back first.”
“Where are you going?” Derrick frowned. “It’s not convenient for you to go anywhere while you’re pregnant. Let me take you wherever you want to go.”
“No need,” Claudia lightly tugged at the corner of her mouth, forcing a smile. “I just want some time alone.”
Derrick’s words got stuck in his mouth. He wanted to ask another question, but he held back.
If Waldron were here now, she would definitely not be hiding like she is now.
She did not trust him.
At this thought, Derrick felt frustrated.
He pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and strode to the front of the car. He opened the car door and sat inside.
Claudia walked to the side of the street and hailed a car.
The car drove to the cemetery in the suburbs.
This cemetery was privately purchased by the Lamont family, and no one except for the Lamont family members can be buried here.
The winding road extended upwards, with thick snow covering rows of tombstones, creating a tragic and desolate scene.
The cold wind blew, making Claudia’s face ache, and every step felt like there were millions of pounds on her feet.
She had imagined a million possible outcomes, but she had never imagined that Edmond would die, that he would die for her.
Suddenly, her stomach cramped in pain. She stopped walking and stood still, leaning against a nearby tree to rest.
Just then, the voices of a man and a woman chatting could be heard getting closer.
“It’s unbelievable that Roger was also bribed by her. What should I do now? I hope I won’t really end up in prison,” Rosalie’s voice said.
“With me here, you can relax,” the man’s voice was deep and magnetic, with the trendy bubble sound.
Claudia frowned as she watched the two people walking toward her from the opposite side.
There was only one road leading to the cemetery, and Rosalie was walking with the man in black when they soon saw Claudia.
Claudia was wearing a white cotton coat, holding a bunch of white chrysanthemums in her hand. It was a snowy day, and the snow on the ground had not melted. From a distance, it looked like she wanted to blend in with the snowy scenery.
“Claudia…” Rosalie squinted her eyes, “How come I always run into you wherever I go?”
Claudia’s gaze lightly fell on the hand of the man in black that Rosalie was holding.
Feeling her gaze, Rosalie nervously let go of the man’s hand.
The man was tall and almost blended into the darkness. He wore a mask, making it difficult to see his face, but only his sharp phoenix eyes were visible. There was a hint of interest in his eyes as he watched Claudia from afar.
Claudia lifted her eyelids and looked at Rosalie, who had a nervous expression on her face. She immediately felt sorry for Edmond.
What did Edmond protect Rosalie with all his heart?
First it was Hugh, and now it’s this unfamiliar man. Rosalie’s tactics of seducing men seem to be endless.
“Rosalie, were you a bus?” Claudia’s lips curved into a mocking smile.
What does that mean… Rosalie paused.
Claudia added, “Anyone can get on the bus.”
Rosalie stood still, instantly furious and stomping her feet: “You are the bus! Horace and Pedro are both your minions, when it comes to causing trouble, who can match your severity?”
“I told you, don’t think that having Roger’s help will guarantee your victory. Without evidence, everything you do is in vain.”
She was certain that Claudia had no evidence in her hands. If there had been any evidence, she would have reported it to the police long
ago.
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She had already destroyed the evidence that needed to be destroyed. As long as there was no evidence, Claudia’s attempt to accuse her would be just empty words.
Claudia smiled and remained silent, her gaze falling upon the man in black as she scrutinized him.
She had never seen this man.
Thinking of his comforting words to Rosalie, I couldn’t help but become a little cautious.
This Rosalie always plays by her own rules. The court case is her final blow, and there must be no room for error.
Who was this suddenly appearing man?
The man noticed Claudia staring at him, her eyes slightly narrowed, and curiously asked, “Why is Ms. Lloyd staring at me?”
Claudia withdrew her gaze and smiled faintly, saying, “Sorry, I looked at you a few more times because you looked familiar.”
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Upon hearing these words, the man’s body slightly stiffened.
Rosalie nervously grabbed the man and glared at Claudia, saying, “He was my boyfriend, don’t think about seducing him.”
Familiarize yourself, take a closer look! Every word is seductive!
At the sight of Claudia’s delicate figure and alluring face, jealousy gnawed at Rosalie’s entire body like ants.
Rosalie vented her anger on the man and fiercely pinched him.
The man in black smiled and embraced Rosalie, his big hand holding onto her waist. He lowered his head and, through his mask, left a kiss on the corner of her mouth.
The man, wearing a mask, declared sovereignty, evoking a hint of enchantment.
Rosalie’s face turned red and redder.
“You two really have no shame, being able to kiss in front of so many people.”
“There weren’t many people, there was only you as a third wheel,” Rosalie proudly lifted her chin.
Claudia looked around and pointed at the tombstones, saying, “There are so many deceased here, how come they are no longer considered as people?”
Rosalie’s face stiffened as she realized that there were tombstones all around her, causing her to involuntarily shrink her neck.
The cold wind blew, it really seemed like a ghost was mocking.
Claudia walked forward with a cold smile, brushing past them. She
didn’t know how long she had been walking until she finally reached Edmond’s tombstone.
Looking at the photo on the tombstone, Claudia’s nose tingled with sadness. She placed the flowers down, first bowing, and then knocking her head a few times.
“Edmond, thank you.”
How can she repay the life–saving grace, the grace of exchanging one life for another?
She touched the cold photo and tombstone, feeling a chill that spread from her hand to her heart, causing sharp pains.
Her nose was blocked and uncomfortable. She looked up at the sky and a few scattered snowflakes fell on her eyelids, causing a tear to well
- up.
“Sorry, I came late.”
These days, she always dreamt of the scene where Edmond saved her, and when she woke up, she couldn’t distinguish between reality and
illusion.
If only he were still alive.
“Edmond, wait for me. After I avenged my grandmother and gave birth to the child, I will come here to accompany you.”
She wiped the water stains off Edmond’s photo and tears fell “pitter- patter“.
The snow was falling heavier and heavier, and the wind made her feel a bit cold. She held onto the tombstone tightly and refused to let go.
After an unknown period of time, she leaned against the tombstone
and fell into a deep sleep. Snowflakes fell on her face, cold and desolate.
Just then, a warm big hand picked her up.
Claudia opened her eyes and saw that it was still snowing. The handsome face of a man appeared before her.
The man’s long eyelashes trembled slightly under his eyes, his thin lips tightly pressed beneath his straight nose, and his features were as
handsome as a masterpiece of a god.
Claudia’s eyes welled up with tears, her voice choked and hoarse, “Edmond… is that you?”
