Refusing To Be His Perfect Replica I Choose The Arranged Marriage

Chapter 612.

Bridget was famous as a little girl before she entered the movie-making circle. She was the only one who bullied others since she was a child, and no one had ever dared to bully her.

Although she was only at the 18th level in the entertainment industry, she was very good at getting things done and had many men around her.

Her focus was only on making money. It doesn't matter whether she can act or not. As long as she can make money, she doesn't care in any way.

But she didn't expect that she would be killed. Her pupils got bigger and bigger, and she squeezed out a few words from her throat: "Why, why?"

This man looked so cowardly at first; how could he suddenly become such a person?

There was a cold, murderous energy exuding from all over his body, and he was no ordinary cleaning man at all.

"Ms. Bridget, if you want to blame anyone, you should blame yourself for offending the wrong people. Someone paid for your life."

Bridget had never been exposed to such a thing before, and only then did she realize the seriousness of the matter.

They were in a society ruled by law. How could someone be so bold as to commit murder on the street?

"No, don't kill me. I'll give you money. I'll give you all my money."

The man smiled coldly and tightened his fingers more and more until she started suffocating.

Bridget kept struggling in the air, and she finally saw the man's eyes under his peaked cap.

That was not the eyes of an ordinary person at all, and it was that of a killer.

In the last few seconds before she suffocated to death, she heard the man say: "Don't rob others in your next life. What you owe others must be paid back."

As her breath stopped completely, her body was mercilessly thrown to the ground by the man.

The plum blossoms on the branch were in full bloom. The man casually broke off one and placed it on her chest.

The woman's eyes were not closed; she was lying still on the ground, staring at the sky with a ferocious face.

White snow was flying under the dim yellow street lamp, but the woman would never wake up.

"Who is that?"

Lucas's voice sounded, and the man disappeared into the night.

When Lucas hurried over, he found Bridget lying on the ground with her eyes wide open. He quickly squatted down and did a check on her, but she was no longer breathing.

Before he could stand up, he saw a woman running towards him in a hurry; her scream rang out in the dark night: "Killer!"

Aveline and Alexander had just returned home. Before they had time to take off their outfits, Jordan appeared in the living room with a hurried look.

"Mr. Sterling, something happened."

Aveline reached the staircase and stopped, "What happened?"

Jordan glanced at Alexander. Alexander did not ask further questions but comforted Aveline first: "It's work, it's late, take a bath and have a good rest."

Aveline glanced at Jordan

suspiciously, and Jordan said

calmly Yes, madam, I just need to

ask Mr. Sterling for advice on some

work issues, so you don't have to worry."

"Then you should come to bed early." Aveline withdrew her gaze and returned to

the room.

Alexander and Jordan walked

toward the study one after another.

It wasn't until the soundproof door was closed that Jordan said, "Something big happened. Lucas was arrested."

Alexander did not panic, "What's the reason?"

"Mr. Sterling, you guessed it right. There was something wrong with the cleaning

guy. Lucas trailed after him and discovered Bridget was dead.

Before he could get hold of him, he got caught there by Bridget's agent and driver coming to pick her up. They misunderstood that it was him who killed her. And the crime happened to have taken place in a surveillance blind spot, as he was anoveldrama

e'

professional killer. Lucas was at the

scene of the crime, and there is currently no evidence to prove his innocence."