Jiang Xia Doesn't Play Fair

"Murder weapon? There's only ice in that box, which I brought for the store manager. He loves cold drinks and can't do without them." Madonna softened her tone as much as possible and said weakly, "Actually, the store manager was the one who asked me to come here tonight..."

As she spoke, she leaned toward the person behind her.

—In Madonna's eyes, since the police had not yet cleared the store manager of suspicion, perhaps they had set up this ambush here without his knowledge.

Besides, even if the police had reached an agreement with the store manager, when he agreed to help them lure the culprit out, he probably had no idea who would walk into the trap.

And Madonna was absolutely certain that the store manager liked her.

In that case, perhaps he would go along with her excuse and drive this group of police officers who had broken into a private residence in the middle of the night out.

Though that would inevitably make the police suspicious of her, they had no concrete evidence proving she was the murderer. Simps were very useful things, as long as...

A hand suddenly landed on her shoulder, stopping her from leaning any farther back.

Madonna froze. According to her plan, that lean should have put her directly into the store manager's arms... She had not expected that old man to push her away.

Confusion surfaced in her eyes. She shifted her gaze away from the police she had been staring at so fiercely and turned around with tears shimmering in her eyes.

But behind her was not the sixty-year-old store manager.

She met the face of a young man.

Jiang Xia looked at the perfume-scented Killing Intent on Madonna, then at her stunned expression. He raised the hand resting