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Chapter 283
I was confused, but their means of deceiving me seemed to be related to Tyrell.
And what was the matter with the dead person incident they were just talking about?
Just then, Allen called, “Anya, something bad happened. There was a collective suicide incident involving three people at the construction site. The site has been sealed off now. I will go to cooperate with the investigation later. Can you also go back to New York and find out what exactly happened? After all, I’m worried that the Development Project in Mississippi won’t be completed on time, and I have a feeling that something is fishy.”
Allen was in a hurry, and I didn’t have time to explain more before driving back to New York.
Indeed, as Alaina and the others said, a murder really did occur.
I just don’t understand, how did they know someone had died right after the jump?
Someone must have framed me, and I used every means to find someone to help investigate and get an answer.
Even the family members who caused trouble held up banners at the entrance of the construction site and refused to leave.
In order to obtain the truth, I had to ask for their consent for an autopsy, but it was evident that none of the three families agreed.
This made me more convinced that things were definitely not that simple.
“How can we find out what happened to them if you didn’t agree to an autopsy, didn’t agree to an abdominal incision? Did they drink too much alcohol or did they fall ill?”
I argued based on reason that the three individuals in the three ice coffins at the entrance of the construction site were all men, and they were not employees of my construction site.
But why did they choose to come to the construction site to jump off and commit suicide?
Looking at their ages, one was in their fifties, and the other two were around seventy. Clearly, they had already reached the stage of enjoying their later years. So why did they still choose to come and die?
There must be a reason for that!
What on earth happened?
The family members strongly opposed, one by one, they approached me.
Look at their postures…
“Give money! Give money! Killing demands a life, demands a life!”
The slogans were shouted loudly, and they thought I, as a woman, was easy to bully. They didn’t take me seriously one by one.
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