“It seems you’ve looked into me,” Bill spoke calmly. He didn’t deny it, nor did he appear surprised.
“Not too much. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have had the opportunity to call me,” Anna snorted
The lighter made a crisp sound as Bill lit the cigarette. He took a long drag on his cigarette before
saying, “I have what you’re looking for. In thirty minutes. I’ll be downstairs at your office.”
Anna was taken by surprise. Because she was wary of him, she did not say yes immediately.
Bill smiled as he noticed her hesitation and asked, “Are you worried about what | might do to you? You
were not a coward when you followed me back then”
Hearing that, Anna remembered him telling her the other day that someone had vandalized the school
bus.
“Okay, III see you later,” Anna said, increasingly curious about what Bill intended to do.
After hanging up the phone, Anna didn’t return to the stage. Instead, she snuck out of the side door.
While driving to Lemon’s office, she received a phone call from Nancy.
“Anna, you’ve got to be kidding me! The final results will be announced soon! Where the hell are you?”
“The competition is over, and the outcome is set in stone. Is it important whether I’m present or not?”
Nancy yelled angrily, “I’ve been helping you since you got there! 482 Meeting the Murderer ol Anna,
you didn’t even thank me for it! If you win the prize, who will accept it on stage for you?”
Anna said with a smile, “Of course, it would be you. Since you helped me in the beginning, you should
help me to the end. You’ll have to do that for me because | set you up with Joshua.”
“You wish!” Nancy abruptly hung up the phone in rage.
At the same time, noticing that Anna left without telling him, Ryan immediately stood up and walked to
the door.
Moments later, as he watched the surveillance in Lemon’s office lobby, Ryan saw Anna meeting up with
a middle-aged man.
The man was of medium build and dressed casually. Ryan couldn’t see his face clearly in the
surveillance footage and was taken aback when he saw them walking into the lift on the screen. It
wasn’t until then that he came to the realization that the man was Bill. Knowing he didn’t have time to
waste, Ryan quickly called Wayne and told him about it.
Right after hanging up the call, Wayne left his office and drove to Lemon’s office building. At that
moment, Anna was already in her office, preparing to negotiate with the man sitting opposite her.
Bill tossed the leather jacket he had taken off on the sofa, revealing a dark blue knitted sweater. Anna
observed the sweater closely and noticed that it was poorly made. The stitches were uneven in a few
places, and the length of the sleeves was not the same.
Her phone rang at that precise moment. Bill glanced at her pocket and said, “I’l tell you everything |
know, but | want to keep it between us. You businesspeople like to record conversations, but | don’t.”
Anna hung up the phone, turned it off, and put it on the desk. “Is that okay now?” she asked, wrapping
her arms around her chest.
With a relaxed expression. Bill nodded and said, “Fine. Actually, I’m 482 Meeting the Murderer aad
sure you would look into me. Didn’t you pretend to be one of my colleagues when you visited Joanna in
the hospital last week?”
Anna didn’t expect him to know that. She didn’t say anything, just stared at him calmly and silently.
Since Anna had no idea why Bill had come to see her, she felt she needed to be on high alert until she
figured out what was happening. With vigilance, she tried not to say anything, hoping Bill would say
something more.
“You’ve done many things recently, and every single one of them was about me or Lemon. So, it
appears that you hate me deeply. Why have you come to see me today?” Anna asked.
Anna held a cup of coffee in front of her, which was still slowly steaming. Her fingers made a crisp
sound as they gently touched the cup. She went on, “You can’t do anything to me here. There are more
than twenty people in the common office here. You wouldn’t be able to leave if something happens to
me.”
“I’m not going to kill you, and that’s not what she’s after,” Bill snorted.
Anna froze when she heard the word “she.” She subconsciously held the cup in one hand, the warmth
of her palm warming her heart. “You’re referring to Ada,” she said firmly.
Bill was taken aback, yet he still said quickly, “You appear to know much more than I thought. | didn’t
think you’d realize it had anything to do with Ada.”
Anna frowned and said, “So, she told you to do all of those things. You had the opportunity to murder
me in the park but you didn’t. Also, if you hadn’t told me there was a problem with the school bus, all of
those people, including Tammy, might have died. You’re currently working against Ada, aren’t you?
Why?” 482 Meeting the Murderer: dl
Bill grumbled dismissively and said, “After | left Ireland, | refused to let
anyone tell me what to do. Ada and I are working together, and we’re just taking what we want from
each other. Just like you businesspeople, | understand that neither friends nor rivals are everlasting,
but only profits.”
“Isn’tit true that all you need is money? Ada helped Johanna with finding a bone marrow match, and
she found the right one. But you don’t have the money to pay for the surgery.” Anna remarked, then
remembered Joanna’s thin face. Joanna got very sick. But, unlike Bill, she was a gentle soul.
“Does Joanna know you did those dirty deeds because of her?” Anna asked calmly. She studied Bill’s
tired expression, hoping to gain some information,
Bill, on the other hand, was expressionless. He raised his brows slightly, unaffected by what Anna had
said. “Mind if Ihave a cigarette?” he asked, taking his cigarette and lighter from his side pocket. And he
had taken out a cigarette, held it in his mouth, and pulled out the lighter before Anna could respond.
Blue flames erupted from the lighter with a click. Bill’s eyes were obscured by smoke, giving him a
mysterious appearance. He leaned back on the sofa and asked, “Are you making assumptions about
my relationship with Joanna? Are you trying to use her as a threat against me?”
“I do dangerous work, and people like me don’t even have control over in God. Do you know why?” He
continued, exhaling rings of smoke.
“Why?” Anna asked.
He mockingly laughed and said, “Because we are looking for spiritual 482 Meeting the Murderer —
support. That way, we can die without feeling guilty. Do you understand what | mean?”
“You’re saying Joanna is just a spiritual support for you?” Anna asked.
“You could put it that way,” Bill said, spreading one hand on the sofa chair.
“Joanna would be disappointed to hear that, wouldn’t she? You know, right now you’re the only thing
she has to fall back on.” Anna appeared upset, knowing Joanna considered herself more than Bill’s
spiritual support.
“So, I never told her that. You also wouldn’t tell her, would you?”
“You should call it quits now and become a tainted witness. I can pay for Joanna’s surgery and her
living expenses after she leaves the hospital.”
Bill’s expression remained unchanged, yet, he thought it was a good idea for a brief moment. Shaking
his head, he snorted and said coldly, “A tainted witness? | tricked Micheal onto the highway and ran
him over. | killed Owen and took Peter Wright’s oxygen tube. How am | going to be a tainted witness?
Do you still believe Ada is the same stupid little starlet she was five years ago? She committed major
crimes in Ireland and got away with every one of them! Do you believe you can catch her so easily?”
Anna was thinking about a lot of things as he spoke. She became enraged when she remembered
Peter lying in bed with his eyes closed. With gritted teeth, she slammed the table, stood up, and yelled
angrily at Bill, “Did you come here today just to brag about your ‘achievements’ to me? | don’t mind if
you want to be Ada’s helper, but don’t brag about those dirty deeds to me. I’llsure you’ll get what you
deserve!”
Bill had anticipated Anna’s reaction. He stood up and walked over to ‘482 Meeting the Murderer —
Anna, his cigarette half-burned in his mouth. They locked their gazes across a desk. Because the smell
of cigarette smoke made Anna frown, Bill crushed it in his hand.
He looked around but couldn’t find an ashtray. He then threw the cigarette butt into the coffee cup on
his desk. The orange-red flame instantly disappeared from the brown coffee.
Then Bill leaned forward, his hands resting on the desk. He mockingly observed Anna’s aggressive
expression and asked, “Do you want to find evidence and sue me for murder? I’m afraid I’ll be gone
somewhere you can’t find me by the time you do that. If you really want to make me pay, let me tell you
a more effective way.”
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