By the time Derek arrived at the villa, it was already late at night.
The study was in chaos. A phone lay smashed on the floor. The coffee table had been kicked over. The ashtray on the desk overflowed with cigarette butts and ash.
Victor stared coldly at the surveillance footage in front of him and suddenly spoke, "When she left, she took nothing. The black credit card I had given her, the clothes, the jewelry, none of it. She didn't take a single thing."
Derek wiped the sweat from his forehead and answered carefully, "Miss Harper has always been stubborn. It makes sense that she didn't take those things. I brought the footage from the day Miss Harper left. Please take a look."
As the laptop opened, surveillance footage from a six-mile radius around the villa appeared on the screen.
