Chapter 511 She Saw a Bit of Thalia's Shadow in Her
At the police station, Sean sat in a chair, his slender fingers interlaced over his knees, looking at the plainly dressed girl with no makeup.Behind her black rimless glasses was a pair of clear eyes.
His gaze was scrutinizing.
At that moment, only the two of them remained in the room.
Someone like Sean, who had climbed to a high‑level management position, was used to dealing with subordinates.That kind of blatant, unabashed scrutiny left people nowhere to hide.
"You're from out of town. Your parents run a small business. You have an older sister and a younger brother at home. You're the middle child. You've lived with your aunt in Emerald City since you were little. Last year, your aunt passed away, and your uncle remarried, so you moved out. I'm very curious—given your situation, how were you able to resist the temptation of ten million dollars?"
Across from him, the girl laughed and flicked her nails. "Looks like you've investigated me pretty thoroughly."
"Not thoroughly enough. For instance, I still haven't found out who put you up to setting this trap for me."
Her smile deepened, and her body relaxed further against the chair back. "Thalia!"
This answer was exactly the same as on the cruise ship. Sean was skeptical.
"Guess what would happen if this really was Thalia's doing and you sold her out?"
"Kill me?" She didn't care.
"So what?"
"If you kill me, I'll drag you down with me!"
Hearing this, Sean clenched his hands tightly on his knees.Just as he was about to say something, the girl tucked her stray hair behind her ear. "Mr. Jimenez, what I hate most is that disgusting, self-righteous attitude of yours. You're the ones who enjoyed it, you're the ones who benefited, but in the end you still act like victims and tell us to back off."
"Ten million dollars is certainly a lot to me, but to buy your future? Not enough!"
"Mr. Jimenez, you're young and successful, the youngest head of a certain company in Regal City, with a bright future ahead. The entire Jimenez family spent thirty years getting you to this position. You represent several generations of the Jimenez family!"
"A measly ten million dollars—do you really think so little of yourself?"
Every sentence the girl spoke seemed to have been rehearsed a thousand times in her mind. That casual, indifferent attitude made Sean see a bit of Thalia's shadow in her.
Realizing this thought, Sean suddenly clenched his jaw.
His gaze on her carried a hint of murderous intent.
At this point, the girl slowly stood up, looking down at Sean sitting across from her. "Your wife must be very sad right now, right? Back then, you got her through dirty, filthy means. That scene on the cruise ship must have brought back memories for her. No one stays a winner forever, Mr. Jimenez. You're nothing special either."
Sean's gaze was heavy as he asked back, "You think you alone can destroy several generations of the Jimenez family's efforts?"
"What if I can?"
"Ridiculous."
"We'll see." The girl finished speaking and turned to leave.
In the police station room, Sean still sat motionless, his posture elegant, his slender fingers interlaced and slowly rubbing together, as if waiting for something.
"She's already left. Why's he still sitting there?"
"Who knows? After something like this happens, can't the guy space out for a bit?"
"That's what I'm saying—high society does such shameless things. Only they can afford to live such exciting lives."
"Isn't he married?"
"Sure is, and his wife's really pretty too."
"Got a photo?"
The people at the police station watched Sean sitting motionless in his chair, chatting idly. When someone nearby pulled up a photo of Bella on their phone and showed it to him, the man exclaimed in surprise.
"Is he crazy? His wife is this beautiful, and he still sleeps with other women?"
"Could that girl from just now compare to even one ten‑thousandth of his wife?"
"Right? These rich people really have unusual tastes."
"Let's go, let's go. Stop wasting time staring at him."
The two had just turned to leave when a loud crash sounded from the police station entrance.
"What was that?"
"A car crash?"
"Quick, come out, someone's been hit."
It wasn't until someone outside called for help that the two ran out.
Just as they reached the street at the entrance, they saw a blood-covered person lying in the middle of the road. This person was the girl who had just left the police station.
The officer handling the case was instantly shocked and rushed over to kneel beside the girl, calling to her."Wake up, don't fall asleep. The ambulance is on its way."
"Don't you still have grievances to clear?"
The girl had been hit so badly that she was covered in blood, lying on the ground, unable to say a word.
She opened her mouth, but what came out first wasn't words but a mouthful of blood. The woman’s gaze moved past the police officer to the well‑dressed man standing at the police station entrance. The resentment and hatred in her eyes were unmistakable.
The young officer kneeling beside her followed her gaze, looking at Sean standing at the entrance. He immediately jumped up, walked over, grabbed Sean's collar, and demanded viciously, "Was it you?"
"When someone dies, the debt dies with them. She hasn't even started the legal process yet. Her dying at this moment benefits you the most. Was it you?"
Stefan, who had come with Sean that day, saw the officer losing control and reached out to pull him away."Sir, you need to take responsibility for every word you say."
"Sorry, my colleague is new here. He lost his composure." The older colleague pulled the agitated man back. Sean’s eyes curved slightly as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the blood from his jaw
His hard voice carried a warning."Passion is good, but remember to use it in the right place."
"If needed, I'm available for investigation at any time." With that, the people at the police station entrance watched him get into his car and drive away.
"It was definitely him." The man still wasn't convinced.
"When it happened, he was sitting in the police station. We saw it clearly. Without evidence, don’t talk nonsense. Remember, your profession is about fairness and justice, and fairness and justice need to be backed by facts, not by your wild guesses and assumptions."
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"Mrs. Brown." Near eleven o'clock, Thalia was lying in bed, feeling a bit drowsy.
When someone knocked on the living room door, William had just finished washing up and came out wrapped in a towel.
Hearing the knock, the man went into the walk‑in closet and put on a bathrobe.
"What's wrong?"
Hearing the question, Finn turned to look at her. "That girl is dead."