Female Novel
Chapter 305 No, I Don'T Know Him
Chapter 305 No, I don't know him
Three days later, the Doyle Group.
At this time, Martha was dealing with the planning of Headow Complex, but suddenly her thoughtswere interrupted by an ear-splitting ring.
She took a look at her phone and saw clearly that it was a call from the prison.
When she thought of Hollie's escaping from prison, her eyes sank and she picked up the phone inher hand.
"Hello, this is Martha."
Martha's voice just fell, the police officer's strict voice came from the other side of the phone.
"Miss Doyle, I am Tommy working in the prison. We've worked out the investigation results ofHollie's case."
The woman in the office frowned slightly, her hand holding the phone unconsciously tightened, andshe asked suspiciously, "What is the result?"
"Someone feigned a prison guard, and Hollie was released by that person."
As soon as the officer finished speaking, Martha asked impatiently, "What about Libby? Who killedher?"
"The same fake prison guard did it. Our forensic examiner has concluded Libby is killed by a kind ofpoison that is not available in the prison."
The officer's serious voice rang in Martha's ears, causing the latter.
The next second, her red lips lightly opened and she asked in a deep voice, "Who is that prisonguard?"
"We checked the prison's records, and that watchman's information is false. Right now, there's noway to trace it."
The officer's voice had just fallen when Martha's cold voice came out of her red lips.
"No other information?"
"There's no news about that person yet."
The officer's serious voice came from the phone, causing Martha's face to darken.
Her eyebrows were knitted together and her mind was racing with thoughts.
Who would be able to enter and leave the prison so freely without leaving a single piece ofinformation?
Somebody killed Libby to silence her, so how powerful could the person behind it be?
Soon, the officer's voice came again and interrupted Martha's thoughts.
"Miss Doyle, we will contact you again when we have relevant information."
The woman in the office's grip on the phone tightened again and asked in a deep voice.
"And do you have a picture of the prison guard?"
"Yes."
The police officer's answer this time did not disappoint Martha, who, upon hearing this, immediatelysaid, "Can you send me a photo of that him, I want to be careful to watch out for it."
The police officer on the other side of the phone felt that Martha was right to think so, so he agreedto the latter's request.
Not long after hanging up the phone, Martha received some photos from the police officer.
The person in the photos was a man in his forties, and she was sure she hadn't seen this manbefore.
The man had a visible scar on his face, and she would have recognized this man if he was still inthe city and she met him.
Only, would this man still be in this city?
And, who the hell was this man and why was he doing all this ...
Martha's eyes sank, and after putting down her phone, she stared blankly at the picture of themysterious man on her phone.
Somehow, she always felt that this man was not yet the mastermind.novelbin
Why on earth would the person behind him want to do this, was he trying to put her to death?
She thought of her mother's death when she was a child and just felt that she was caught in a hugewhirlwind.
...
It was late afternoon, outside the kindergarten.
It was time for school to end and the teacher stood at the entrance of the kindergarten with a groupof children, waiting for the parents of the children to pick them up and take them home.
The teacher smiled and talked to Jimmy as she delivered the children to their parents.
Because Jimmy was smarter than the average child and was cute, the teachers loved this little guy.
Just after the teacher watched four or five more little girls being taken away by their parents, thelittle girls turned back to Jimmy and waved their hands.
"Bye, Jimmy."
"Jimmy, tomorrow I will bring my mom's special dish, you must try it then!"
"Bye, Jimmy, I'm going home first."
...
Jimmy smiled and said goodbye to them, and then turned his head to look at the teacher.
"Miss, tomorrow I will bring something that Granny Bianca made and share it with you."
"Jimmy is so good."
The teacher smiled and stroked Jimmy's head, and couldn't help but praise.
She really liked this little guy. He was cute, sweet-tongued, and smart.
After Jimmy heard this, he showed a big smile to the teacher.
At this time, the other side, in a black car that was parked not far away, a man sat in the driver'sseat and watched this scene.
He looked at Jimmy, who was standing not far away, and his eyes were dark.
He did not know why he came here. Somehow, he wanted to see this child
Stefan sat for a while, and then drove the car towards the kindergarten entrance.
Although Jimmy was chatting with the teacher, his eyes kept looking ahead, hoping to see theappearance of his mommy.
But he unexpectedly saw his daddy walking towards him step by step.
He looked back at the teacher and continued, "Don't worry. I will finish his homework today."
After the teacher smiled and praised Jimmy, she caught a glimpse of the man slowly walkingtowards him.
"Jimmy, is that your daddy?"
"No, I don't know him."
Jimmy turned his head and replied indifferently.
Stefan, who just walked in front of Jimmy, heard these words, and he frowned slightly, looking atJimmy's eyes with a little displeasure.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you are doing.
The teacher standing on one side smiled and touched Jimmy's head, understanding that this fatherand son must be in conflict.
She smiled, curled her lips, and said to Stefan, who was standing not far away.
"You two look so much alike, you must be Jimmy's daddy, right?"
The man stiffened slightly and pursed his lips without speaking.
When he woke up, he disowned this child, and now ... how was he going to answer?
Although Jimmy didn't look at Stefan, he looked forward to hearing Stefan's answer when he heardthe teacher's question.
To his disappointment, Stefan only looked at him and did not admit the relationship between them.
The little guy took a look at his daddy with a somewhat injured look, and the next second turned hishead to show that he didn't care at all.
This man was so mean before; he did not care about this big bad man at all.
The teacher saw these two people being silent, feeling helpless.
The father and son were really like each other; even their temperament was so similar.
The teacher thought so, but said with a smile on her face, "There shall be no grudge between fatherand son. I advise you to find a place to talk."