Chapter Eighty-One

"What?! Impossible!" Richester flared up, his eyes seriously fixed on the television.

"Zoey?" He was in doubt and confusion, staring at the news as they showed short clips.

"This is unbelievable." He hit the armchair so hard that his hand ached, but he didn't wince.

Wasn't it a week or two since he last saw Zoey? How did she end up dead in an abandoned building?

Raymond rushed into the room, his eyes filled with terror. He breathed heavily, as though he had run a lap.

"Boss, now I think of it. I think there is something fishy about Mandela's hospital." Raymond spilled, and Richester faced him without intruding; he waited for him to proceed.

"Zoey also went to Mandela's hospital on that same day." Raymond said this with certainty while shaking his head.

"It was in broad daylight! Who killed her, and why did they?" He queried in anxiety, and Raymond began to wonder if he was in a position to answer that.

He only brought information and wasn't the perpetrator of the crime.

"To think of i
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