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    Faced with the police’s interrogation, Kam realized she needed to be truthful to clear her name.


    “After I got back to the Aston family’s residence, I locked myself in my room and skipped lunch. By the time I emerged, Jaliyah had already been killed.”


    “I was alone in my room. There’s video or a witness to prove that, but I am not the murderer. It’s pointless to question my whereabouts now that the murderer ims he was…”


    “Bribed by me and falsely used, you should carry out your investigation as necessary. He is Jaliyah’s personal driver. I hardly ever spoke to him,” Kam said.


    The officer jotted down some notes and then produced a sealed bag containing a pearl ne. “Do you recognize this ne?”


    Kam examined it and instinctively replied, “This ne is a gift from my daughter for my 20th wedding anniversary. How did it end up with you?”


    “The murderer handed it over to us. He ims this ne, worth millions, is proof that you paid him off,” the officer said.


    As soon as the officer finished speaking, Kam mmed her hand on the table in anger. “What are you saying? I don’t even know him!”


    “Then, why did he possess this?” the officer asked.


    Kam struggled to find an answer. A sudden thought seemed to strike her, and her eyes widened dramatically. She opened her mouth but uttered no words. Abruptly, she turned her head to gaze out the window at Eileen and Bryan. “I understand now!” Kam eximed at Eileen. “This is your trap! Keith already knew that you were his daughter, didn’t he? He didn’t want to be criticized, so he killed two birds with one stone by doing this, allowing you to inherit the Aston family’s wealth!”


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    Her agitation was palpable, prompting a policeman to quickly step forward and restrain her.


    “Don’t hold me back! It was Keith and Eileen who plotted against me!” Kam mmed her hand on the table. The calm and reserved demeanor she typically maintained hadpletely vanished.


    Under the pressure of the police, Kam sat again and said, “You can’t seriously suspect me of orchestrating a murder based solely on a ne! Haven’t you considered that someone might have stolen my ne to frame me?”


    “Of course, a ne alone cannot serve as proof to convict you, but—”


    Outside the door, Eileen could only hear Kam’s emotional protests. She was unable to hear what the police officer had said to Kam.


    Eileen observed as Kam’s posture tensed and herplexion turned ghostly pale. Kam slowly fixed her gaze straight ahead.


    About ten minutester, she said firmly, “I have nothing else to say.”


    Instantly, a pair of cold handcuffs closed around her wrists. She instinctively struggled a bit, and the metal pressed tightly against her delicate skin, leaving marks.


    Gradually, she ceased her attempts to resist and was escorted out of the interrogation room by the police officers.


    “Can close the case after further investigation,” one of the officers said to Eileen and Bryan.


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