Female Novel
Chapter 1142
“Tyrone handed Larry over to the police? When did Tyrone become aware of this? As far as I know,Larry couldn’t think of such a reasonable testimony.
If what he said is false, I think it must have something to do with Tyrone.”
Blayze added, “This is purely speculation on my part, of course. You know more about your ex-husband than I do.”
Sabrina lowered her head and pondered. Blayze’s insights carried merit.
At what point had Tyrone become aware of Larry’s involvement in her father’s demise?
Sabrina experienced a sudden revelation, recalling the day she went to Tyrone’s company. After hismeeting, he had taken a phone call and went out.
Upon his return, she had noticed he bore the marks of injuries. He had embraced her in silence, hisdemeanor turning inexplicably peculiar. However, he had chosen to remain reticent about the incident.
Tyrone must have known about the truth at that time.
Larry was his brother, and the victim was her father. Tyrone had refrained from immediate disclosure,opting instead to dispatch Larry to surrender himself a few days later, right before Hobson arrived inMathias.
If Larry was the mastermind, it appeared plausible that Tyrone had contrived a plan to shift blame ontoGalilea, perhaps in an effort to erase some existing evidence and fabricate new ones over the past fewdays.
But would Tyrone truly facilitate Larry to get away with it in such a manner?
Sabrina hesitated to assert that she knew Tyrone thoroughly, yet she harbored doubts about hisinvolvement in such a scheme.
At eight o’clock in the morning, as the door swung open and Blayze entered the chamber, Kira wasfound sipping her tea on the sofa.
He shut the door behind him and assumed an air of cold arrogance, seating himself gracefully beforeKira. “Mrs. Blakely, how may I be of service to you?”
Kira offered a gentle smile and replied, “I have a matter of great significance.”
“I’m not certain we can discuss anything of great importance,” Blayze responded dispassionately.novelbin
“Then why have you graced me with your presence?” Kira inquired, raising an eyebrow. “There are noeverlasting friends, only everlasting interests, as they say. I believe you understand this.”
Blayze, his frame gently reclined against the sofa’s back, regarded Kira in silence.
Kira pressed on, her voice imbued with intent, “You must be the one who manipulated Hobson’sconfession, am I correct?”
Blayze, a shrewd businessman whose every move was driven by personal gain, remained the focalpoint of the unfolding drama.