I’m Sorry But I Love You

Chapter 72

Johanna’s expression changed. She looked at Anderson in disbelief. ‘I didn’t.” Her fair face was full of stubbornness. “Mr. Clark, please believe me. I didn’t.”

Meeting Anderson’s slightly cold gaze, Johanna was a bit frightened. She forced herself to calm down and kept lying, “I won’t admit anything that I’ve never done. I want to confront him.”

Arthur pointed at the man who had collapsed on the floor and said, “That’s the man who shot the photos.”

Johanna followed Arthur’s finger, looking confused. “I’ve never met this man before.”

The man dared not to look at Johanna. Avoiding her eye contact, he said, “It’s her. She asked me to shoot the photos.” Johanna blushed in anger. “Look at my eyes. When did I ask you to do it?”

The young man dared not to look at her. “No matter what, it’s you who asked me to shoot.”

He looked as if he had a guilty conscience.

All the people in the basement sensed something fishy.

Johanna looked as if she was wronged beyond dispute. She looked at Anderson with her innocent eyes full of pleading. “Mr. Clark, I truly didn’t ask him to do so.”

Anderson cast a glance at Arthur. “Look into his residence and the latest contacts.”

‘I’ve asked my men to do so.”

The basement was pretty quiet except for Johanna’s sobs.

Anderson was sitting on the chair leisurely, his gaze sweeping at the man on the floor coldly.

The man felt quite stressed.

However, he was still looking at Anderson confidently.

The ringing tone of the cell phone in Arthur’s hands broke the silence.

“Hello, have you found out anything?”

It was a virtual number that contacted him. There was no financial transaction record online. He has two- hundred thousand cash under his bed. He also posted those photos through a gossip ID that in his name.

“There’s no obvious approval to show who has asked him to shoot the photos, but there’s something suspicious. There a lot of Miss Catherine Johnson’s comics in his residence, all with autographs. There are a lot of her photos on his computer as well.” When Arthur swiped to answer the call, he set his cell phone to the hand-free mode.

The man’s voice on the other end of the phone was heard clearly in the quiet basement.

The man, who was collapsed on the floor quietly, suddenly became emotional. “It has nothing to do with Miss Johnson. It’s Miss Scott who has bribed me to do so!”

His reaction made others more suspicious. “It seems that he likes Miss Johnson a lot. He has also sent private messages to Miss Johnson’s micro-blog ID.” Arthur’s fingers that were holding the phone became stiffened. He asked as a robot, “What kind of private messages?”

The voice on the other end of the line sounded hesitant. “All love confessions. He said a line that he would ruin Miss Scott’s reputation.”

Johanna was so angry. Looking at the man on the floor, she said, “No matter how much you like Catherine, you can’t do it! And you’ve put the blame on me. How shameless you are!”

“What else can you say?” Anderson looked at the man coldly.

The man’s face turned pale. As if he knew that nothing he could do, he said helplessly, “Just do whatever you want to on me. This matter has nothing to do with October. It’s all schemed and done by me.”

Johanna muttered, “But who would hide the two-hundred-thousand cash under his bed?”

In this era when everything could be paid electronically, it rarely could happen.

He must have had not enough time to hide the cash.

Or, the parties involved in this deal were afraid that their financial transactions would be found. Anderson looked annoyed. “Hudson, call Catherine Johnson over.”

Hudson didn’t expect that things would turn out to be this way, feeling quite shocked.

He said in disbelief, “Is there any misunderstanding?”

Arthur hung up the phone. His lips parted, but he didn’t know what to speak. He could only keep silent.

“I said to call her over.” Anderson cast a cold glance at Hudson. “Why? Do you want to disobey my order for her?” He wondered if Catherine had cast any spell on those men.

Even Hudson didn’t care who his boss was.

Hudson lowered his head. “I dare not.”

After finishing his words, he rushed out of the basement immediately.

On the other side, Catherine had just finished her work. When she was going to cook something simple, she heard a knock on the door of her apartment.

Opening the door, she saw Hudson. “Why are you here?” Catherine frowned.

Whenever Anderson sent his man here, Catherine instantly had a hunch and wondered what she had done to offend Anderson again.

Hudson looked quite hesitant. “Miss Johnson, do you know that someone has shot the photos of Mr. Clark’s and Miss Scott’s?” Catherine nodded. “Yeah. I saw them online.”

“Now according to our investigation, the man who shot the photos has something to do with you,” Hudson stated.

Catherine looked at him in disbelief.

So now they just put the blame on her no matter what, didn’t they?

Hudson dared not to look into her eyes. “Please come with me. Or, Mr. Clark will send another man to call you over.” Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

As she knew Anderson’s personality well, Catherine nodded in agreement and followed Hudson downstairs. On the way, Hudson told Catherine what happened in detail.

In the Ziting Villa’s basement.

As soon as Catherine walked in, Anderson gazed at her coldly. “Your vicious nature hasn’t been changed even after you’ve been in the jail.”

Her vicious nature? His words were like sharp daggers, which were stabbed mercilessly in her heart. Catherine smiled ironically, “Tell me. What is my purpose to take your photos?”

Standing by Anderson, Johanna said with a grievance, “Just now the man said he wanted to ruin my reputation. He also said it was me who has bribed him to shoot the photos. Isn’t his purpose to drive a wedge between Mr. Clark and me?

“Fortunately, Mr. Clark looked into it carefully.”

Anderson smashed the comic books from the man’s residence in front of Catherine. “Now we’ve come this far, you still don’t want to admit it, do you?”

The books were smashed onto her hands, and the sharp pages cut her fingers. Blood beads oozed immediately. They looked so obvious on her fair skin.

As if she hadn’t seen them, Catherine calmly looked at the furious Anderson. “What can those books prove? It only could prove that he’s my reader.”

“He could never make more than two-hundred-thousand a year, but now he has suddenly received two- hundred-thousand cash. If you didn’t do it, who else would?” Anderson stood up, walked to Catherine, and questioned her in a low voice.

How could he put the blame on her so hastily?

Meeting Anderson’s eyes that were full of disgust, Catherine felt her heart was bleeding. “Anderson Clark, when will you finally trust me just a bit?”

Her voice was pretty low and soft as if she was murmuring unconsciously.

Anderson was in a trance for a moment. A touch of discomfort flashed through his mind, and a trace of pity flashed through his eyes.

“Catherine, this man seems to like you a lot. He has also sent you private messages to confess his love to you. Are you sure you don’t know him?” Johanna asked, secretly she winked at the man on the floor.

The pity in Anderson’s eyes immediately vanished.

The man, who had been collapsing on the floor, suddenly crawled to Catherine’s feet. Reaching out, he held her legs. “Miss Johnson, this is all caused by me. I’ve told them that it has nothing to do with you.”

It happened so suddenly that Catherine, who was confronting Anderson, hadn’t come back to her senses at all.

Suddenly her legs were held by a stranger, she anxiously wanted to shake him off.

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