Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Chapter 145 Murder

Seven o'clock in the evening, in the suburbs.

The smell of burnt smoke shrouded everywhere, and the bloody red sky filled with the smell of fire.

The choking smoke rushed into people’s nasal cavity, and it was very uncomfortable.

There was constantly the sound of the camera shooting.

Reporters, photographers, police, forensics, they had been checking and tracking this accident.

"According to our report, a spontaneous combustion incident occurred in the eastern suburbs of xx

airport at about 2:10pm. According to the investigation, a car engine malfunctioned, which caused the

accelerator to burn rapidly, and dangerous liquids such as organic oils in the car caused spontaneous

combustion. An extremely bad incident, temporarily unable to determine the list of people who were

thought to be dead, the search and rescue team is extinguishing the fire urgently. The car is the latest

Rolls-Royce "Phantom" series. It is reported that the fire has burned for nearly three hours and the

search and rescue personnel arrived. The shape of the car has long been destroyed.”

The reporter's voice was particularly sharp. Each word was like a needle, straight and accurate, it felt

as if they were inserted into Andrew's heart.

"Mr. Busk, the person you reported missing just now, we suspect that it is extremely likely to have

relations with this incident. Can you cooperate with us in further investigation?"

The police were making notes, and cautiously questioned the man in front of him.

About half an hour ago, when Andrew was driving on the road, he suddenly received a call, telling him

about the accident.

When he arrived, the raging fire on the horizon had not burned completely, and the outline of the car

could be vaguely seen.

But that car, like a fuel station that was automatically refilled regularly, could not be extinguished at all.

It became bigger and bigger, and eventually the wreckage was all over the ground.

"Alright."

Andrew answered lightly with lowing his head. And nobody could see his eyes.

"Okay Mr. Busk, what I want to ask next, I hope you will think it over before answering."

Andrew glanced at the car. Only the frame of the car was left, nothing else.

If people were inside, there must be only a handful of ashes left.

He looked at it coldly and deeply.

There was bitterness on his heart, "Ask."

Obviously the police should have spoken first, but he spoke first in a cold voice.

The policeman's voice was polite, and he coughed slightly, "Mr. Busk, when was the last time you

contacted Ms. Sarah?"

"10:43, it was a ten minute talk."

"Then the specific content of the conversation between the two of you, is it us?"

"She just woke up and didn't need me to accompany her."

"..."

"Then, was there something weird about Sarah recently?"

When Andrew heard this question, suddenly his eyes condensed, "She was normal." The policeman

smiled playfully as if it was not the first time he heard such an answer. He said, "Mr. Busk, don't you

know? Some of the deceased seem to be normal before they die, but afterwards you will find that she

actually had a lot of strange behaviors, such as eating some dishes that she usually doesn’t like, or

forcing themselves to do something they never tried. and by the way..."

The reporter on the side had noticed that Andrew's eyes had become darker and darker. He pulled the

policeman’s sleeves, gesturing to him to stop talking.

Of course, they were all afraid of getting blamed, let alone from the biggest business leader in City H.

Although politics and business did not interfere with each other, it was naturally best to avoid friction.

The police immediately shut up and said nothing.

Andrew’s cell phones rang one by one at this time.

"We didn't find Sarah, how is it going at your end?"

Looking at the ashes after the burning, Andrew was silent.

On the phone, Anne's shocked voice suddenly was heard, "Ernest, it's not good, it's not good, it's on

fire!"

Ernest was talking on the phone with Andrew, and was startled by these words, "What caused a fire?"

At that time, Andrew had already hung up the phone.

However, there were some calls he couldn’t avoid.

"Andrew come back immediately!"

On the phone, Andrew’s grandfather's voice was obviously angry and desperate, and he yelled at

Andrew.

Andrew almost heard the same voice as the reporter who was standing behind him on the phone call.

Here, the police transcript was not finished yet.

"I know, I will go back."

Andrew was staring at the remaining thick smoke.

"I want you to come back right away! Do you hear me?"

His grandfather said in his stubborn way.

As before, Andrew didn't say anything, and quietly disconnected the phone.

The police saw that Andrew's expression was really bad, and he didn’t dare say any more jokes, his

face was solemn, "Mr. Busk, please cooperate with our investigation."

Andrew did not look at the policeman, instead, he walked towards the decimated car frame.

His long figure with straight and slender legs was suddenly froze in front of the incomplete car.

The setting sun had completely gone down. The bloody red sky was gradually replaced by the night.

Andrew stood there looking lonely.

Probably, this was the most stubborn moment ever for Andrew to stare at a car burning to ashes.

Standing among the weeds that had dried up and burned to ashes, no one knew what Andrew was

thinking.

The sound of a brake cut across the air, awakening the sight of everyone.

When the car stopped, the figure of a woman rushed in. Although the scene had been surrounded by

the isolation belt, she still rushed in.

Anne rushed in. Her pace was disordered, but she couldn't care, her eyes were already red, "Sarah!

You come back right now! Come back!"

She shouted loudly, no one responded.

Ernest rushed in right behind her. He restrained Anne, and kept kissing her forehead, trying to calm her

down, "Calm down. Everything hasn't settled yet. We have to believe that there is hope."

"Let go of me! I'm going to find Sarah! I'm going to see her! Ahhh... let go of me..."

With a desperate cry, Anne beat her chest, crying heartbreakingly, and clutching her hands in front of Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

her eyes. The car had been condensed into nothing.

She didn't catch anything, the air was scorching hot. And Ernest caught her waist, not giving her a

chance to escape.

"Andrew! You asshole! You killed her! You killed Sarah!!"

Anne insulted the man in front of her continuously, struggling to the end till she had no trace of strength

left. She cried terribly, and collapsed to the ground.

Even though her beautiful clothes were stained with dirt, she didn't pay attention to that at all. She

wanted to hit Andrew who stood in front of her! "Why don't you die? What did Sarah do wrong? A year

ago, she lost so much. When she said that she was married to you, I thought the disaster was finally

going to stop, at least the person she married didn’t sound so bad. The legendary Andrew Busk from

City H, but Andrew, why do you want to abuse her like this? Make her feel so much pain? You must be

a murderer! "

After hearing the last sentence, Ernest quickly covered Anne's mouth, "Anne, don't talk

nonsense."