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I'm not a Killer CYANIDE POISONING?
10PM. "Honey, where are you going?" asked Laura when she saw that her husband was looking presentable but a little strange about Charlie's appearance tonight. "You forgot, honey. Tonight I'm going to do my job! Did you forget?" said Charlie. "Are you sure? Well, honey, you shouldn't use that method. Let's do it another way," said Laura, looking worried. "This is the only way I can think of, honey. Never mind, you just relax." Charlie was still going to carry out his plan. Charlie didn't know what else he could do to kill Daren."Alright, you be careful." Charlie had been monitoring the target's movements. He even memorized the color of Daren's clothes, shoes, suits and everything he used. He even knew if Daren was still at the Davidson Group Company tonight. Not long after, Charlie arrived at his destination. Charlie saw someone standing near a luxury car, his back to her. He was sure the man was Daren, because it was the same suit Daren had been wearing, even his shoes were e
I'm not a Killer WAIT FOR MY REVENGE
PREVIOUSLY!Daren was enjoying a cup of hot coffee in his study while examining the documents that would be discussed in the meeting that would be held soon by his father, Varro with Arsen.Unintentionally, Daren's hand hit the table, and the coffee spilled on Arsen's coat and shoes that were there."Sorry, Arsen," Daren said, "I really didn't mean to."Arsen could only smile and nod, "It's okay, Mr. Daren. Just a small problem.""Arsen, your suit and shoes are dirty. I don't want my assistant's appearance to be messy at the meeting," Daren said while thinking hard. "Well, it looks like you just take off your dirty suit and shoes. Then you can wear my suit and shoes to the meeting. Later, I will ask the servant at home to deliver a change of clothes and shoes for me," said Daren immediately took off his suit and shoes.Arsen looked doubtful, "Mr. Daren, no need to bother. It's just a little dirty," said Arsen refused."No, Arsen. You are my assistant, and your appearance is very imp
I'm not a Killer WHY DID ARSEN DIE?
"Naumi, I was indeed at the club. But I don't know who the man was who brought you to the club room. Besides, I went home early that night," Daren said.What Daren said was, of course, all lies. Daren wasn't ready to tell Naumi the truth if it was him that night.Daren's name hadn't been cleared in the murder case. He was sure Naumi's mother and father would be opposed to Naumi dating Daren, let alone getting married. "Then I'll go first," Naumi said. Immediately one of Daren's hands pulled Naumi's arm until she fell into Daren's arms. Their eyes met. The image of that hot night came back to Daren's mind. "It's getting late, Naumi. You should go home. How about I take you home?" Daren offered, still looking at Naumi. Naumi nodded, still staring at Daren. She could feel the breath of the man who looked so perfect in her eyes. Then Daren released Naumi from his embrace. Then, he took Naumi by the hand and brought her into his car. The next day. Arsen had finished being buried in
I'm not a Killer NEW PROBLEMS
"You calm down a bit, Laura. I have an idea! And I'm sure it will make Daren's name even worse in the public eye. Especially now that he's the head of the company," Charlie said with a mischievous smile. "What else are you planning, Charlie? I'm sure your plan will fail. I'm tired, I'm sick of it!" said Laura trying to calm her overflowing emotions. "You'll see, Laura," Charlie said confidently. Before he carries out his plan, Charlie will find out first so that his plan looks perfect. Elsewhere, Daren met Inspector Barra. Earlier, Barra had asked Daren to meet her at their usual meeting place. "What is it, Barra?" asked Daren after coming face to face with Barra. "Take a look at this CCTV footage. Do you recognize him?" Inspector Barra showed the CCTV footage on her phone screen to Daren. As Daren watched the footage, he noticed that the person in the video was the perpetrator. "There's no mistaking it, Barra. That man is Charlie," Daren said, his hands clenching into tight f
I'm not a Killer NOT WRONG AGAIN
Charlie had just arrived home, only to find that Laura, his wife, was not there. [Where are you?] Charlie sent a chat to Laura. Two blue ticks. [I'm still at the boutique. Why?] Laura replied to Charlie's chat. [Have you heard the viral news?] [Yes] [But I don't think it's important] [I want Daren dead] [Dropping his good name, doesn't make me happy, Charlie] Reading Laura's reply, Charlie started to get annoyed. His efforts were not appreciated by her at all. [You must kill Daren immediately] [If possible, you should also kill Inspector Barra] Laura sent another chat to Charlie after she saw her chat was only read by Charlie. [Okay, I'll definitely do that] This time, Laura did not reply to Charlie's chat. "Do I have to kill Daren?" Laura said to herself. Meanwhile, Daren and Varro had arrived at the hospital. They went straight to the doctor's room that treated Arsen, Daren's assistant who died after being exposed to cyanide poison. Upon meeting the doct
I'm not a Killer CLARIFICATION
"What do you mean, Young Master Davidson?" asked one of the reporters. They still did not understand Daren's statement; it was too ambiguous. "Yes! I'm just a victim of slander. In the case of the late Vivian's death too, I was just a victim of someone's slander. Because I had strong evidence of his crimes, he tried to kill me. Even to the extent of spreading slander in the media about that I had poisoned the late Arsen," said Daren firmly. "If it is true that you are a victim of slander. Why don't you show us the evidence?" The question was asked by a female journalist. "You just wait! I will definitely reveal the truth. Sooner or later, you'll know who the real killer is," Daren smiled. His face looked calm, not depressed at all. Because he was innocent. "So... I beg you to be patient. You don't need to ask for clarification. You'd better disperse!" said Daren. The journalists who gathered in front of Arsen's house obeyed Daren's request. They left the place and would wait for
I'm not a Killer MEETING NAUMI
"Where are you going, Daren? Make is on its way here," Varro asked when he saw Daren hurriedly leaving. "Daren has a few things to do, dad. If Make comes later, I'll tell him to wait," said Daren hurriedly. Daren wanted to see Naumi, he knew the cafe. He hoped she was still at the cafe. Daren traveled to the cafe on a sport bike to make it faster, avoiding traffic as well. "I hope Naumi is still at the cafe."Daren sped up so that he could meet Naumi as soon as possible. But suddenly Daren stopped his journey. He pulled his bike over to the side of the road when he saw a beggar sitting on the asphalt blowing on his knees. Daren got off his bike and felt sorry for the beggar. "What's wrong with you?" asked Daren after coming face to face with the beggar woman. "I hurt my knee, sir, a car hit me," the woman moaned through the pain. The street was quite deserted. Daren felt sorry for the woman wincing in pain. "Alright, I'll help you!" Daren tried to help the filthy woman to he
I'm not a Killer ALL THE PROOF IS ALREADY GONE
Daren had arrived at the mansion. In the living room was Make, his new assistant, Arsen's replacement. "You're home?" asked Varro in surprise, having been gone only an hour. His son was back again. "Yes, father, there was an unpleasant incident on the road." Daren complained, his hands massaging his head. The lingering effects of the aroma therapy made Daren's head still feel dizzy. "What happened, Daren?" asked Varro. "Daren was scammed by a beggar woman," Daren said. Varro and Make looked at each other, not understanding what Daren was saying. "What do you mean, Daren? You don't understand?" asked Varro frowning. Daren told his father and Make what had just happened. "Are you sure that the beggar woman is really a beggar? I mean, are you not suspicious of her?" said Make, feeling ambiguous. "What Make said has some truth to it, Daren. It's possible that the beggar woman was sent by someone," said Varro sensing what Make was feeling. Daren was silent for a moment, digesting