Chapter 10: Philip Was Killed by Robert

She might actually walk out of this room alive.

Olivia's eyes lit up with hope, but she quickly masked it.

She couldn't let Robert see, or he might change his mind.

"Yes, Mr. Davis."

Olivia held back her excitement and followed the henchman out of the room, step by step.

Just as she was about to leave, Charles suddenly called out, "Ms. Smith."

Olivia froze and turned around.

"Ms. Smith, for your own and others' safety, I hope you won't go to the police. The consequences would be very troublesome."

"I understand, I won't."

Olivia said this, but her resolve was firm.

She had to report this to the police and expose this man's true nature.

Even though he said he wouldn't kill her for now, he wanted her to suffer. But once he was done playing, she would still end up dead.

Her family might even get involved.

Reporting to the police was the best choice for her and her family.

As for the videos Charles had taken...

She wasn't afraid.

She wasn't the one at fault; it was the criminals. She had nothing to be ashamed of.

Olivia was scared but hadn't lost her sanity.

After the man sent her home, she rested for a while, making sure no one was watching her. Then she left home, went to a nearby mall, bought a new phone, got a new SIM card, and anxiously called Philip.

"Philip, it's Olivia. Robert Davis isn't dead; he's still alive. He's Charles Green. I'm not lying. Last night, Charles tricked me into going to a hotel. He... he confessed his identity and said he came back for revenge. He even had someone assault me. He..."

As soon as the call connected, Olivia couldn't control her emotions.

"Ms. Smith," Philip interrupted her, "I'm out right now. I'll head back to the station. Meet me there, and we'll talk."

"Okay."

Olivia hung up, removed the SIM card from her phone, replaced it with a new one, and hailed a cab to the police station.

The cab stopped at a red light a block away from the station.

Seeing Olivia's anxiety, the driver reassured her, "Don't worry, we're almost there."

Olivia nodded. As long as she got to the police station, she'd be safe.

The light turned green, and the driver started the car.

At that moment, something fell from the nearby hotel.

Olivia instinctively looked over, and the driver slammed on the brakes.

There were quite a few people below the hotel. At first, everyone was stunned, but they quickly gathered around.

"Someone jumped off the building."

"What happened? Someone committed suicide at the hotel. How will the hotel do business now?"

"Looks like he's a cop? Do cops commit suicide, too?"

"Did anyone call 911?"

"What's the point of calling 911? He's in such a state, even God couldn't save him."

The murmurs continued, and the word "cop" made Olivia's heart sink.

"No matter what happens, suicide is never the answer. Once you're dead, it's all over," the driver sighed and continued driving.

"Sir, please stop."

Olivia opened the car door and ran towards the scene.

"Miss, you haven't paid yet!"

The driver parked the car and chased after her.

By now, a crowd had gathered. Olivia squeezed through and saw the scene in the middle.

A young cop in his thirties, wearing a uniform, lay in a pool of blood.

His eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't understand what had happened.

Olivia's eyes welled up with tears.

They had just agreed to meet at the police station, and now he was dead, right outside the hotel near the station.

The driver glanced at Philip lying in the blood and then at Olivia's tear-streaked face. He turned and walked away.

Forget the fare; staying away from danger was more important.

Soon, police arrived to maintain order, took Philip away, and dispersed the crowd.

Olivia stood on the street, looking up at the sun, feeling dazed. Was she still real?

Was this a nightmare?

Maybe she was still dreaming and hadn't woken up.

A playful child bumped into her arm as he passed by.

The pain in her arm told her she wasn't dreaming; this was reality.

Robert had killed Philip in broad daylight.

Was this his way of stopping her from reporting him?

No, she still had to report him.

Only the police could deal with a criminal like Robert.

Letting him continue his rampage and pretending nothing happened would be wrong.

Determined, Olivia ran towards the police station and burst in, shouting:

"Philip was killed by Robert Davis! Charles Green is Robert Davis! You have to catch him! Don't let him hurt more people!"

The officer on duty came forward to receive her and invited her into an office.

Olivia clung to the officer's arm, repeating, "Philip was killed by Robert Davis. You have to avenge Philip."

"Ma'am, please calm down. We're also saddened by Philip's death. But at the time, he was tracking a criminal, got discovered, and they fought, leading to his fall. We've already caught the criminal. As for Robert..."

"You're Ms. Smith, right? Because of your report a while ago, we re-investigated the case from three years ago and confirmed that Robert is dead. The man you saw, Charles, just happens to look exactly like him. The fingerprints and blood samples you provided confirmed this."

"Yes." Olivia's grip on the officer's arm tightened, and her emotions grew more intense. "I know the fingerprints and blood samples are different from Robert's from three years ago. I don't know how Robert changed everything, but what happened to me last night proves that Charles is Robert."

Olivia rolled up her sleeve and continued, "Last night, Charles lured me to a hotel and had someone assault me. The marks on my body can prove it. He..."

Her words stopped abruptly.

Olivia stared in shock at her unblemished arm.

She remembered clearly that despite showering last night, the bruises left by the man were still there. They wouldn't disappear so quickly. How could this be...

A faint smell of ointment wafted to her nose.

A thought flashed in Olivia's mind:

Did Robert send someone into her room while she was asleep to apply ointment and remove the marks?

Seeing the officer's furrowed brow, Olivia continued to search for evidence:

"There are surveillance cameras at the hotel from last night. You can come with me to check the footage. Charles' men sent me home."

Though the officer was skeptical of Olivia's story, he agreed to check the surveillance footage with her.

They first went to her apartment complex.

The footage clearly showed her coming home after work yesterday and then leaving today.

There was no footage of her going out or being brought back in the middle of the night.