Leng Youchen tightened his grip on the documents in his hand. This communication record at least proved one thing: Windsor was also being schemed against. Now, except for Dora, there were no witnesses to the timeline; all suspects had been eliminated, and the investigation had reached a dead end.
No, he must have missed some crucial information.
In Dora's room, Daisy sat on the sofa, wiping her tears. Five clear finger marks appeared on her cheek, her expression resentful, "Why would father treat me this way? What did I do wrong?"
Dora glanced at her sideways, "Compared to losing your life, this slap can distract Leng Youchen. You should feel fortunate."
Daisy tugged at her lips, a streak of malice flashing in her eyes, "If a slap can make that little bitch lose her life, then it's worth it."
